I love fudge! I think I fell in love with it as a kid because my Mamaw had such an incredible recipe. It was this big hit of sweet chocolate that just melted in my mouth. As an adult, that taste is always followed by a flood of childhood memories.
When I was older, I asked Mamaw for her recipes. By this time, she was in assisted living. A lot had changed for her. This was a woman who inspired me in so many ways. She had a career as a Registered Nurse and man could she cook! She could have a full-course meal for 12 on the table with fried chicken, mashed potatoes, homemade biscuits, green beans and pies for dessert using only one oven and four burners. Everything was steaming hot and ready to go. It was her way of loving us. She loved to cook, to give….food was just one of the ways. I was very happy when she wrote down a few recipes for me.
While trying to recreate her amazing food, I realized that it didn’t taste the same. I understand that as a kid, the experience is different when it’s your grandmother cooking for you but something was off. I started comparing her recipes to others and found she had left a few ingredients out. Mamaw kept everything in her head. She didn’t need recipe cards. She had been cooking from scratch for whole life, as had her mother before and her grandmother. I couldn’t expect her to remember all of the ingredients from every recipe in her 80s.
It took many tries to get the fudge recipe right. I knew I had nailed it when all of those memories flooded back in my own kitchen. Now, it’s the most popular food gift for friends and family at Christmas. It has also become the favorite of my home baking business.
I won’t be posting the recipe here but I would say it’s not much different than many of the recipes out there. I just know that when I eat it, I see my Mamaw’s face and I’m right back with her.