Fudge
Fudge Mother would make us chocolate fudge from scratch in a Revere pot on the stove, and if we came in the kitchen to see how soon we would be done, she'd yell, "Get out! You'll hex us!" She was Pennsylvania Dutch. Once we gave my first grade her recipe for the fudge but got it wrong because we thought it might hex her so didn't ask about it. She had to type up errata sheets for all those grimoires. [lyric]