My Father's Fudge Recipe
This is my father's recipe for fudge, written and illustrated in his own hand. I have many fond memories of standing on a chair next to the stove, stirring up batches of this fudge in our Revere-ware...
This is my father's recipe for fudge, written and illustrated in his own hand. I have many fond memories of standing on a chair next to the stove, stirring up batches of this fudge in our Revere-ware...
My Father and the Figtree For other fruits my father was indifferent. He’d point at the cherry trees and say. “See those? I wish they were figs.” In the evenings he sat by my bed weaving ...