This is real fudge. That I made myself.
The piece you see in this picture is, as I type, being swallowed by the photographer.
DeNae's Marshmallow Fudge
4 cups sugar
2 cups mini marshmallows
1 1/2 cups evaporated milk
2 tsp. vanilla
1 cup butter
1 12 oz. pkg semi-sweet chocolate chips
1 cup chopped walnuts
Place butter and chocolate chips in a large mixing bowl and set aside. In your largest saucepan (or medium soup pot), combine sugar, marshmallows, and milk. Stir over medium heat until rolling boil. Continue boiling for 10 minutes, stirring constantly. Remove from heat, and add vanilla. Pour this mixture over the butter and chocolate chips, and mix with an electric mixer for 5 full minutes. Stir in the nuts. Pour fudge into a buttered 9x13 cake pan and allow to cool. When it is safe to do so, refrigerate fudge until it is completely set.
Cut fudge into squares, place them in a zip lock bag, and take it everywhere you go for the next 25 days. Trust me. You're going to need it.
You asked for it, you got it. Today begins my mostly-annual Salute to Fudge, that most necessary of ingredients if you are to survive the next 25 days.
I know there are easier recipes. I know there are variations. I know that there are even a few poor souls out there who - for whatever twisted reasons - don't really care for the stuff.
But as for me and my house, there is only one way to get through the hustle, bustle, and superfluity of naughtiness that is the holiday season, and that is with immediate access to marshmallow fudge.
(BTW, you get bonus fudge if you can tell me who originally said "superfluity of naughtiness." And no, it wasn't Lindsay Lohan's probation officer.)
I've done this before, but I'm changing things up a bit this year. After all, life offers all sorts of reasons to justify eating fudge in place of, say, fruitcake. Or dinner. However, a few of these will be familiar, because as we all know, there are some things that just never change.
So, without further ado and with a bit of walnut stuck in my teeth, I give you...
DeNae's Salute to Fudge, Day 1:
You recently moved to Utah after 21 years on the lam, and are re-discovering just how neighborly Utah neighbors can be. While you haven't so much as scribbled your name and 'nice to meetcha' on a Post It note and slapped it on their doors, they have already delivered six poinsettias, eleven plates of Rice Krispies treats, four copies of "The Christmas Jar," and one hand-made card telling you that your arrival in the state has been the best thing to happen since Brigham Young leaned out of his wagon and announced, 'Stop here. I think I'm gonna barf.'
Thank them sincerely for their kindness, close the blinds and lock the doors, and put together your first batch of survival fudge. It's going to be a long month.