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.

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