I don't know why it's called fantasy fudge. I would call it dream fudge, because I do dream about it around this time of year. I'm talking about the fudge made with marshmallow fluff, evaporated milk, sugar, butter, walnuts...all the good stuff. The first time I tasted it was when my mother-in-law mailed us a 5 pound box for Christmas 1988. You bet it became a tradition. Bob loved her gumdrop cake (like a fruitcake using gumdrops in place of fruit), but for me...FUDGE. My mom became a fan and now we both start salivating at the mention of it. Today Mom is finally home from a 28 day cruise. However, very sick with asthma. She has chicken soup on the stove but it was the promise of a batch of Fantasy Fudge that perked her up.
Nov 28, 2009
Fantasy Fudge
I don't know why it's called fantasy fudge. I would call it dream fudge, because I do dream about it around this time of year. I'm talking about the fudge made with marshmallow fluff, evaporated milk, sugar, butter, walnuts...all the good stuff. The first time I tasted it was when my mother-in-law mailed us a 5 pound box for Christmas 1988. You bet it became a tradition. Bob loved her gumdrop cake (like a fruitcake using gumdrops in place of fruit), but for me...FUDGE. My mom became a fan and now we both start salivating at the mention of it. Today Mom is finally home from a 28 day cruise. However, very sick with asthma. She has chicken soup on the stove but it was the promise of a batch of Fantasy Fudge that perked her up.
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Oh! Yummy! I must say I have never had the pleasure of eating this wonderful concoction. Looks fabulous! Glad it perked up your mom too!
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SueAnn
Oh, yes Yes YES!
This is the same type my mother and grandmother, and now of course, I make every year.
In fact, I keep a jar of marshmallow fluff on hand year-round in case the urge strikes. I like it cut into perfect, one-inch cubes. I usually use walnuts, but every now and then pecans. What nuts were in yours?
Oh, I sure wish I could come a-Christmasing to your house. Or vice versa. I'd bet there would be lots of things we both love. I'm so glad I found you! Or did you find me? Whatever, I'm grateful. You're like an older, wiser, more refined version of ME. And I'm just self-involved enough to LOVE that!
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