I am generally considered to be a reasonably accomplished woman. I sew, I embroider, I bake, I cook, I work, I write...
And yet, for some reason, fudge eludes me.
I've made fudge before, but I don't like my old recipe. It pale in comparison to the texture achieved by the fudge goddess (that's you, TP) and I aspire to do better.
I started by trying Alton Brown's fudge recipe because where I don't know fudge, I do know toffee and the key to toffee is process, process, process. So, I figured a guy who concentrated on the science and process would be the right place to start. Despite following the instruction very closely, my results were...not great. It resembled fudge in a general sense. The chocolate was in evidence, but the texture was both too grainy and too hard to be what I was aiming for. Oh, and did I mention it tasted burnt? Not good for the fudge lover.
So, I threw out that recipe and regrouped. I tried a two pounds of fudge recipe that featured marshallow cream, 5 cups of sugar, and a five minute boil. How could I go wrong?
The phone rang...and I forgot to let it boil. Natch. But, I figured, what the hell? I moved it back to the pan, warmed it back up, and boiled it until the time had run its course. Then, I poured into 2 prepared pans and let it cool down. When it was cool enough to move to the fridge, I did so.
It appears that last step may have been a HUMONGOUS mistake. Because, when I removed it from the fridge this morning to test my product...I couldn't slice through the stuff without considerable effort. What I have is more like tootsie roll than fudge. The flavor is better, but it clings to the teeth like you wouldn't believe. Basically, it isn't fudge.
I'm going to give it one more try tonight. This time, I'm going with the exact recipe on the back of the jar. And if I still fail?
I shall prostrate myself before the altar of the Fudge Goddess and beg her to take pity on me and give me lessons.
When our biggest concern was hunting down bin Laden so we could bring him so old fashioned American justice?
When Sandy Berger's stuffing of sensitive documents regarding national security seemed outrageous?
When the USA was about strength and standing up to evil, spreading democracy and being a beacon of liberty?
Ah, yes. Those were the days.
Now we have a President who views his job as one of Chief Apologist, who bows down to the unelected leaders of other countries. We have a President who can't stop campaigning long enough to lead...We have a President who believes his own press and thinks his shit don't stink. We have a President who, in the face of OVERWHELMING public disapproval has decided to push forward with the rape and enslavement of our children and grandchildren vis-a-vis Obamacare. We have a President who is so desperate for supporters at this point, he's using astroturf to make it seem like the hoi polloi still believe in him. We have a President who, when faced with other Democratic leaders who tell him that 2012 is going to be a massacre at the polls like 1994, says "the difference between 1994 and 2012 is that you have ME."
That's some chutzpah, right there.
Let's see what his recent track record is, shall we?
Obama campaigned for Corzine in New Jersey...Corzine Lost. Obama campaigned for Creigh Deeds in Virginia...Deeds Lost. Obama campaigned for Coakley in Massachusetts...Coakley Lost.
All of these were states that Obama carried in 2008, most by wide margins.
What do you know? It turns out Obama's shit does stink!
Yeah, I don't think those Blue Dog Dems will be eating it much longer, if at all, if they want to hold onto their posts.
I don't think anybody still reads this blog, but I'm going to post anyway.
So, yesterday was big, huh?
Do you think Ted Kennedy is rolling over in his grave?
Taxachussetts elects a Republican to the seat he kept warm for so long. I'm giddy with joy, let me tell you.
Ever since the Obamabots started shouting at people in the streets and since chump change was counted in the trillions, I've been depressed.
I've felt since before The One was inaugurated that his "hope and change" was really "no-hope and chains." Irresponsible spending, to my mind, was enslaving the American people. I thought that only I and a few hundred thousand people remained that got the simple premise that you can't spend your way out of debt. I thought that I was alone in my belief that government should answer to the people and be limited in its power. I thought that I was alone in my view that this President and his Chicago machine politics way of breaking eggs and breaking arms was exactly the wrong thing for this country which has long been a meritocracy.
Learning that there are still sensible people in MA, why, it almost made me cry with relief. Maybe the next seven generations won't be enslaved by Obama's arrogance. Maybe this country won't turn into a banana republic. Maybe we can avoid this national year-long nightmare and return to some fiscal responsibility, roll up our sleeves, and do the hard work of getting this country back on track.
I, for one, am overjoyed at the news. I look forward to multiple repeats in November. There's a whole lot of dead wood in DC and I urge the national electorate to go to work with the pruning shears.
I can finally breathe deep again!
We're no longer living in the USSR!
Wake up and smell the results, Nancy, Harry, and Mr. President. It is time to stop acting like you are the Kings and Queens of the world and start listening to the people.
You serve at the pleasure of the American Electorate and we're done giving you fuckers a pass.
Retire, get right, or we're sending your asses home.