So, I’m craving some fudge. ‘Tis the season to gorge on candy and baked goods. And, as hard as I’m trying to resist the temptation for the sake of my waistline, fudge is calling my name. It’s not just any fudge I’m craving, mind you. Keebler’s Holiday Merry Mint Fudge to be exact. The recipe is as follows:
1 jar marshmallow creme (7 oz)
1 1/2 cups granulated sugar
2/3 cups evaporated milk
1/4 cup butter
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 cups of milk chocolate chips
1 cup semi sweet chocolate chips
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 cup Keebler Holiday Merry Mint Patties, chopped into 1/4 inch piecesLine an 8 x 8 inch pan with aluminum foil and set aside. In a large sauce pan, combine the marshmallow creme, sugar, evaporated milk, butter and salt. Bring to boil; over moderate heat, stirring constantly!
Boil 4-5 minutes stirring constantly.
Remove from heat and stir in chocolate chips, until chocolate is melted. Stir in vanilla and chopped merry mint patties. Pour into a pan.
Refrigerate for 2 hours or until firm. Cut and serve at room temperature.
It’s a little bit of heaven in an 8×8 pan! I made some for friends and family already this month. But it’s gone. J didn’t help the situation by eating it by the forkful whenever he walked past the pan.
Once I’m able to get back to the gym, I won’t feel so bad about consuming an entire pan of fudge. You see, I had this birthmark removed from my upper inner thigh last Thursday and it has left me with a 3″ long wound. I’ll spare you photos of my stitches. I’m not supposed to do anything more strenuous than walking until I get the stitches removed. That’s 10 whole days of not working out. I’m not a fitness junkie or anything, I’m just trying to lose the last bit of stubborn baby weight and attempt to lead a healthier lifestyle. The truth is I feel better when I workout. So, no Zumba for me. And for those of you who haven’t tried Zumba. Go to their website and find a class in your area! Run! I’ll wait… It’s the most fun I’ve ever had in an aerobics class. Think Latin infused dance aerobics. Don’t worry- you don’t have to be coordinated or anything. I am so not coordinated. And it’s for all ages. I almost got an elbow in the nose from a 75-year-old shaking her groove thing next to me. Seriously. And, no, I don’t work for them or anything.
Adventures of Four 