Brandon was having a rough day last weekend so I let him have some fun and gave into the request to make fudge. In years past Rick and I have had a good natured "my dad's fudge recipe is better than your dad's fudge recipe" tussle. Honestly, it's fudge. It's all good. However, I win by default since 1)my recipe is actually written down, and 2)I'm willing to make it. Growing up, this was one of the things I looked forward to most, my Dad making fudge at Christmastime. Brandon is a huge fudge fan, so we always look for a fudge shop on vacation, and he's more than willing to help make (and eat) Grandpa's fudge.
