This is my annual salute to fudge, the only true and living holiday treat on the earth today. Click here to get the recipe, as well as my original testimony as to why I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that fudge is true.
Today, that ONE Christmas letter arrived, the one everyone gets, from that ONE family that is so peculiar their kids should just marry each other and be done with it.
The letter always opens with something like, "This year Buffy discovered a natural gift for the theatrical arts." Everyone knows, of course, that this really means old Buffy is the butter girl at the popcorn counter at the local Cinemax 64.
Eat six pieces of fudge, each one celebrating the glorious averageness of your own clan of knuckleheads.