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 it would be done, she'd yell, "Get out! You'll hex it!" She was Pennsylvania Dutch. Once we gave my first grade her recipe for the class cook book but got it wrong because we thought it should surprise her and didn't ask her for it, so she had to type up errata inserts for all those cookbooks. [lyric]