Family Fudge: Day 6

Fudge, this particular recipe is legendary among my clan. in my home there are two dishes that seem to be dedicated to the memory is this treat. The fudge sauce pan, and the fudge pan. When referring to these two tools there is a hushed reverence that the speaker must implement. The sauce pan is as older than my own parents. In fact the only memory I have of how old it actually could be is that when I was a child I heard my father telling me of it's origins and I envisioned the pioneers melting butter with it over an open flame. I did mix up my time periods just a tad, and I misunderstood how to use a pot; there one part of that story I know is true, the pot has only ever been used to make this fudge.

So when my determination to make fudge on this Monday finally turned into the action of making fudge I stopped and wondered how on earth fudge was made without these two objects. It seemed that I was walking a tight-rope without the use of an umbrella and stunt music. But I was reassured by my father that fudge could indeed be made with a regular saucepan and that it could be cooled in any container with the right volume. Above you see the pie tin that does NOT have years and years of fudge shaped cuts in it and was NOT made over an open flame, but it seems to be just as tasty.