On the way home from church today the girls and I tried to decide how crazy we could get with our afternoon and the thing we finally hit upon, crazier than every other idea, was to make fudge.
Don't tell me putting butter, sugar, cream, and syrup into one pot isn't asking for trouble.
Especially if you do it my way.
Did it turn out?
No. Not really.
Listen, dear reader. Being absentminded is not for the faint of heart.
If you're going to refuse to follow a recipe, if you're going to launch into the making of fudge without a candy thermometer, harboring contempt for certain ingredients (maple syrup...hello? you belong on pancakes), timing it so you have to take a break in between to conduct your church choir for an hour when you should, in fact, be finishing what you started, then guess what?
You are going to fail. You're going to take it on the chin.
There are probably loads of clichés out there about how failure is the unwitting springboard to some new and totally unforeseen success.
This much I know: they were never devised by someone who can make fudge.
But consider for a moment: who could've guessed the fallout from my doomed fudge attempt would yield these pretty lollies??
(No, I'm not saying that with a straight face. I know failure when I see it.)
What can I tell you, dear reader? This is not my first time at the rodeo. I'm no stranger to playing chicken with a recipe. If you're going to live life on the edge, as I do, if you're going to opt for the hardcore daze, then you'd better get ready for the consequences. You'd better brace yourself for some ruined fudge and count your blessings if that's the worst you ever know.
Only don't actually count them, your blessings. Just round to the nearest ten.
But if, on the other hand, you happen to like the sound of this, if you're okay with succeeding only some of the time, if you think you have what it takes to be as daringly incompetent as I am, then here is the application for my club.
If you end up losing it before you forget to fill it out, that's how you know you're in.
p.s. One more thing...I was recently nominated for an award at Apartment Therapy...in the category of Best Family and Kids blog. Oh, how that makes me cringe! How that makes me wonder! I'm surprised Tollipop has not been arrested and locked in the pillories by now...do they not screen? Do they not check for content?!
But I will say I was sincerely touched by the gesture. And it reminded me it's been a long time since I thanked you for coming here to visit. It means a lot to think you find my words worth reading.
I really am working on that novel, by the way. I don't know what will happen, it makes me nervous to speculate. I'm not even sure I can get it done. Writing a novel: it seems like such a brash claim. But I am in the process and enjoying it very much.
If it ever does gets done, this blog and your encouragement will be part of the reason it happened.
Thank you for coming here. xx