Today a friend of Charlie's asked him if I could make him another batch of my famous peanut butter fudge (I should really consider going into business with it but that's really all I can make). Of course Charlie knew if I made his friend a batch, I'd make him one too (one lesson I learned early on).So I got all my ingredients together and wouldn't you know I didn't have enough brown sugar. (We had only been out running around all day). So I decided to take a quick trip to the local Japanese store. I really hate trying to buy flour or sugar there because it all looks alike and it's all written in Japanese. Thank goodness I have realized the difference in sugar and salt. Anyway, we are forced to go green now that the stores don't provide bags. So I got my green bag and headed out the door and decided to ride my bike instead of driving, after all it was only around the corner. I found the brown sugar with no problem and made it back home without getting ran over. If anyone lives here you know what I'm talking about.
The peanut butter fudge came out wonderfully as usual. I asked Charlie to taste it since I used a different type of sugar.
1st taste: "Um, it's good" (he gave me a look like he wasn't quite sure, maybe something was different)
2nd taste: "Um, did you do something different?"
3rd taste: "Let me try again"
4th taste: I chimed in, "OK I think you like it, that's enough!" (really by now you'd think I'd know when he likes something and is teasing me.
