In addition to two trayfuls of Lebkuchen tonight I made the dreaded Russian fudge.
I paid NO blood price. I surely have mastered the ritual of fudgemaking so completely that I can now be named High Priestess of the Fudge. Or something.
Anyway, to make sure the fudge isn't just biding its time I carved a protective thingie into it. You can see it here. You can see that the fudge has bent the light somehow just below the symbol giving it a strange appearance. Such is the power of the fudge.
I am so pleased with myself.
Point of Fashion: extremely happy dude badge and silicone bracelets that advertise the library
Current Obsession: Queen of Baking
