Freecycle Rocks

My daughter, Girlie, and her BF text me the other day asking what I wanted for Christmas. I was at a loss for two reasons- 1) she's never really asked before and 2) I didn't have a clue.

I'm not materialistic like my ex thinks. I don't like shopping. I *hate* Wal-Mart (for several reasons on many different levels). I will avoid the mall like the plague.

My needs are few. I prefer making things myself rather than buying them. It's not only (usually) cheaper, but it's the knowledge I seek and then there's the pride in making something yourself.

Cooking Fool

I've been a cooking fool. Not to be confused with 'cooking fools.' Although I think that 'cooking fools' might be better for the country, it *is* frowned upon.

No, I've been making batch after batch of fudge. The first batch I made was an experiment. I ran across some 'cherry chips' and thought, why not? I'll give it a try.

Now, I'm not a lover of cherry anything. That stems from being a child and my parents taking my brother and I cherry picking. We sat under a cherry tree eating all the cherries we picked. I got sick and haven't really liked them since. But you never know. My taste buds could have changed. (Matter of fact, adult taste buds DO change, only to be replaced with another tastebud. Adults have around 9 - 10,ooo taste buds. BUT- it's not until an adult reaches around age 40 (women) and 50 (men) that their tastes actually change. Tastebuds age just like everything else. They get worn out and smaller, limiting the types of foods we do taste. )

But I digress....so without further ado, here's the Cherry fudge: