Which meant that this morning I woke up to a pan full of fudge sauce.
The punchline is that when I went on-line to search for fudge rescue techniques, I learned that if one makes fudge when it’s too humid it may fail to set. And of course, here in NYC, it was absolutely pissing out all day.
So now I’m reboiling the fudge in the hope that it’ll remove enough moisture to let it set.
*Which means that a spoonfull dropped into a cup of water forms a ball instead of dissolving. It has nothing to do with sports.