A few weeks ago, Petal called and asked if she could borrow some heavy whipping cream. She was making fudge and needed a whole pint of cream instead of just a half pint.
I revealed my deepest, darkest, cooking secret that not only did I NOT have heavy whipping cream....but that I had never purchased whipping cream in my life!
Yes, folks...it's true. Cool whip is all this pretender knows.
Gasp!
I did have quite a genius idea to help Petal in her time need. I have a glorious page in one of my recipe books called "Substitutions for Ingredients". I found the whipping cream substitutions--and gave her the answer to her problem. It involved a little milk and LOTS of butter.
The next day, Petal brought me over a plate of the most delicious fudge I have ever eaten in my life. The secret to her success? Symphony bars.
I ♥ Symphony Bars!
She told me it was so easy to make...but when she started telling me about just cooking it to soft ball stage--I started to hear "blah blah blah". It seemed way over my head.
A couple of weeks later, I started craving Petal's Symphony Fudge something fierce. It seemed kind of rude to call her and ask her to make me some.
So, I got a bee in my bonnet and decided that I should give making the fudge a try. Plus, I needed to bring a snickadee to my brother's birthday celebration...two birds with one stone you see?
As long as I'm confessing...here's another one of my dirty little cooking secrets. I have never made fudge or any other type of candy in my life.
As a matter of fact, I don't even own a candy thermometer. But, in spite of my skill lackage, I got out the ingredients (yes--whipping cream too!) and started the making of the fudge.
Do you know I had to call Petal 3 times in 5 minutes to ask her questions? The fourth time I called her, she took pity on me and ran over to help.
She tutored me in finding the soft ball stage in a cold cup of water. She broke up my Symphony bars into pieces so they could be added in. She stirred whilst I sprayed my pan with Pam.
When we poured it into the pan she told me it was the best looking fudge she had ever seen {she failed to mention it may also be lethal}.
I told her she was my cooking mentor. She told me that the next week we were going to make cream puffsof course this was before the onset of the curse of the GB.
Without further ado...here's the recipe.
Yumma!
I revealed my deepest, darkest, cooking secret that not only did I NOT have heavy whipping cream....but that I had never purchased whipping cream in my life!
Yes, folks...it's true. Cool whip is all this pretender knows.
Gasp!
I did have quite a genius idea to help Petal in her time need. I have a glorious page in one of my recipe books called "Substitutions for Ingredients". I found the whipping cream substitutions--and gave her the answer to her problem. It involved a little milk and LOTS of butter.
The next day, Petal brought me over a plate of the most delicious fudge I have ever eaten in my life. The secret to her success? Symphony bars.
I ♥ Symphony Bars!
She told me it was so easy to make...but when she started telling me about just cooking it to soft ball stage--I started to hear "blah blah blah". It seemed way over my head.
A couple of weeks later, I started craving Petal's Symphony Fudge something fierce. It seemed kind of rude to call her and ask her to make me some.
So, I got a bee in my bonnet and decided that I should give making the fudge a try. Plus, I needed to bring a snickadee to my brother's birthday celebration...two birds with one stone you see?
As long as I'm confessing...here's another one of my dirty little cooking secrets. I have never made fudge or any other type of candy in my life.
As a matter of fact, I don't even own a candy thermometer. But, in spite of my skill lackage, I got out the ingredients (yes--whipping cream too!) and started the making of the fudge.
Do you know I had to call Petal 3 times in 5 minutes to ask her questions? The fourth time I called her, she took pity on me and ran over to help.
She tutored me in finding the soft ball stage in a cold cup of water. She broke up my Symphony bars into pieces so they could be added in. She stirred whilst I sprayed my pan with Pam.
When we poured it into the pan she told me it was the best looking fudge she had ever seen {she failed to mention it may also be lethal}.
I told her she was my cooking mentor. She told me that the next week we were going to make cream puffs
Without further ado...here's the recipe.
Yumma!
Symphony Fudge Delight
{a.k.a Rescue 911 Fudge, a.k.a. Killer Fudge, a.k.a. Widowmaker Fudge, a.k.a. Lethal Weapon Fudge, a.k.a. Not Your Dr.'s Fudge}
{a.k.a Rescue 911 Fudge, a.k.a. Killer Fudge, a.k.a. Widowmaker Fudge, a.k.a. Lethal Weapon Fudge, a.k.a. Not Your Dr.'s Fudge}
- 4 c. sugar
- 1 pt. whipping cream
- 2 large Symphony toffee/almond bars (16 oz.)
- 2 sticks butter
- In large pot mix the sugar and cream. Stir well and bring to a boil.
- While boiling add two sticks of softened butter. Do not touch the sides or bottom of pan while stirring in the butter.
- Boil to the soft-ball stage (230 degrees).
- Add Symphony bars and stir until melted (be sure to break up the Symphony bars into large pieces before adding them in).
- Pour into a greased 9X13 pan and chill for 5-6 hours
4 comments:
I will certify that this fudge is heart-attack-olicious! I am so glad you posted this on your blog so I didn't have to call you and beg for it!
Thanks Nic!
Thanks for the recipe! I want to try it but I am not a great candy maker
And today I was going to start my diet. But instead I'll make fudge. Even though I'll be in a swimsuit in front of other people in a week and a half.
Whipping cream is one of my kitchen staples. If it looks like it will expire, I quick make it into ice cream.
I know. More healthy tips from Kelly.
Sounds so good.....I have a question though.....when she made it the first time, was it done with the "substitution" that you gave her - is that little secret which made it extraordinary or did Petal go buy the cream since you were obviously no help at all (hee hee). By the way, this neighbor has it now and again. Right now I happen to have a whole large 2 pt. container in the fridge going bad. Dang, you could have just had Jordyn grab it. Now I tell ya---right?
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