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Dragonflower says,

Sadly, I cannot eat fudge any longer. It does wierdo things to my stomach--I think it's the combination of chocolate and milk. But, earlier in my life, I use to make an old family recipe of fudge. It was the kind that you cooked on the stove and it is super sweet. It's hard to make because if you don't cook it to just the right temperature, it doesn't get hard. And we NEVER used a candy thermometer. Part of the trick was being able to "tell" what the right temperature was by dropping a bit into cold water to check if it was at the "soft ball" stage. (Not soft ball like in baseball, but the consistency of the candy). After that, it required constant until it cooled to another temperature, that we could tell by the lack of shiny-ness. It was a one big claim to fame in the cooking arena! Gosh, it was so, so sweet, did I mention that? Like southern sweet tea sweet, only its candy.

The big treat was eating the left over bits from the pan and the spoon. When I was a kid, there wasn't much because my family was meticulous about scraping every bit out. But when I made it as an adult, I left more in the pan, I think, and on the spoon than got on the plate!

All the fudge memoirs have reminded me of this treat. Even the memoirs that think fudge is awful. I've loved them all. I may gained 5 pounds just reading them. !!

L2L3 says,

As a kid, the little bowl of ice water was our candy thermometer.