When it comes to French Toast, you have two choices. The first one is to have it for breakfast. I am not sure why French Toast is categorized as breakfast food. I guess whoever cataloged these things had a pretty steadfast rule about anything that uses eggs has to be a breakfast food. But I’m not sure who has time to make French Toast for breakfast in the middle of the week. Seems a bit indulgent. My next choice would be have it for dinner, scamp that I am. I’ve discussed this before, but I am a big fan for having breakfast for dinner. I think it’s a nice easy way to end your day. That would be my plan for National French Toast Day.
I was still in Cyber Monday mode at work and in fact, I had an eleven hour day at the office trying to fill all those orders (this will be a theme for the week- just a warning). They fed us at about 1 pm. I couldn’t convince anyone to order French Toast and I’m not sure there are any restaurants that will make and deliver French Toast for lunch on a Tuesday (Denny’s?), so we went with your typical order of subs. I got out of work at about 8 PM and I was pretty hungry. On my way home, I had the thought of getting French Toast Sticks from Burger King. Those are good, they definitely would count towards my French Toast search and they would be quick and easy. I stopped at a Burger King in Seekonk and this was a bad choice. First, it was one of those fast food places that are just annoying. The entrance wasn’t an easy place to get to, the line was too long, the people in front of me were ordering the worst possible combinations, the staff weren’t the model of efficiency. Everything was amplified too because I was tired and hungry. I had looked online earlier to see if Burger King sold breakfast at all hours and I thought they said they did. This one did not. My request for French Toast sticks was met with a tone of incredulity. My inner Falling Down was starting to boil up, but I remained calm. It was the kind of drive-thru line where you couldn’t escape. I just ordered a burger as a consolation and was on my way, French Toastless in Seekonk (which is also the name of Tom Hanks next movie).
When I got home, I told Lola that I was going to make some French Toast. She had already eaten and said she didn’t want some, she just wanted a bite of mine. I can’t blame her – who doesn’t want a bite of French Toast when you see it? I got out the eggs and milk, mixed up the batter, added some cinnamon, soaked the bread and soon my toast was cooking on the griddle, browning nicely. When it was ready, I topped it with a nice dollop of butter and some maple syrup. My French Toast feast had come and not a moment too soon.
You’ve had French Toast before so there’s nothing jaw-dropping about my efforts here. I actually didn’t put all that much energy into making them. I could have given more effort – covered them in Frosted Flakes, used more flavorings, served them with cinnamon butter. Not tonight. Tonight I was looking for quick and easy. And they were. Sometimes after a long day and you sit down to a meal of warm, battered toast covered in maple syrup, your body is grateful. It’s the joy of comfort food at the basic level. And even though we were breaking rules and eating French Toast for dinner, they delivered in the most perfect of ways. I went to sleep with a full belly, the slight aroma of maple syrup in the air and visions of gift cards dancing in my head. That’s enjoying National French Toast Day to the fullest.
Next up: National Chocolates Day
I haven’t talked much about my job here. No real reason, it just hasn’t been relevant to the celebrations. However today it was. Today was National Craft Jerky Day but beyond that it was also Cyber Monday. While jerky is no more exciting than any other snack meat around my office, Cyber Monday is. I’ve been hearing about this day since I was first hired. The tales of craziness. The stories of how quickly things sell out. The million dollar plus sales overnight. You always hear about these tales but being the seasoned cynic that I am, I take everything with a grain of salt. The Cyber Monday offer was a nice one. Buy $1,000 in gift cards and you get $200 free, plus you get points on your rewards card for the purchase (which is essentially a $70 credit) and, the kicker, you can earn an overnight stay at our world-class inn in Newport. That was until supplies lasted. After they sold out, you would earn a dinner for two voucher at the inn which is not a bad little reward by itself. The sale went live at midnight while I was sleeping. I didn’t have to monitor anything, I just had to show up a little early on Monday morning and get ready for the craziness.
By the time I got to the office (8:30ish) we had already topped the million dollar mark. The overnight stays had sold out by 12:15. The phones were ringing. The emails were coming. The team of helpers was being assembled. We set up shop in a conference room, a place where we would be sequestered for the whole week. People peeked in on us to see how things were going. We were thanked. Congratulated. But most of all, we were filling orders. In my old job, we had a Cyber Monday special that I always thought had a pretty good response. On our busiest day there, we did 1/10th the business we did on this Cyber Monday here. It was nutty. It wasn’t as crazy as I thought it would be. It was all organized chaos and the team had learned some valuable lessons over the previous years and set up systems to make it work. But it was a shit-ton of business. We spent most of the day head down in envelopes. They bought us lunch. We endured some paper cuts. We kept going until about 7 pm. I emerged from the office to a moonlit sky. I was tired, worn down and a bit hungry.
On my way home, I realized I had to get some jerky. I hadn’t had any time during the day to think about how to celebrate this day in any other capacity, so I figured I’d just find some jerky at Clements. Thankfully, Clements has a pretty nice selection of Jerky including some special craft jerky. I went with cracked pepper turkey jerky from a company called Field Trip. Field Trip is a company started by some Brooklynites looking for “meat snacks alternatives in a broken marketplace.” They use grass fed meat. No nitrates. No preservatives. All the buzz words. It was as crafty as I could get. I bought a bag and then when I got in the car, I opened it up and feasted like I had a food disorder.
Really good product here. Fresh tasting with lots of flavor. All those little things matter in jerky – the lack of preservatives, the dedication to good food – and it showed. I would highly recommend them for any of your jerky needs. I don’t usually reach for jerky but I do find that when you spend all day wrapped up in Cyber Monday order processing, jerky is a nice way to give you a boost of protein when you are out of energy. It was like a Cyber Monday Thanksgiving. So I chewed in happiness appreciative of the craft of making jerky while visions of gift cards danced in my head.
Next up: National French Toast Day
A little confusion on the day but it’s not my fault. Today was National Cake Day which is all fine and well. I had time to make a cake but I as I considered my options, I decided I didn’t want to. Cakes are easy enough to make, but they are not a practical food to have around a house with just two people in it. I could envision spending all that time and resources making a cake only to have one piece at night and then watch the whole cake go to waste the rest of the week. It just didn’t seem like the wise choice. But then I saw on the website that I use to discover all these National Days and it said it was also National Cookie Day. That was easier to celebrate. Plus, if I made cookies, it would be much more likely that we would eat them throughout the week. Online and in social media circles, National Cake Day seemed to be trending as the more prominent celebration of the day, but that’s ok with me. It did seem odd that one day would celebrate two pretty big categories of holidays. Cake and Cookies on one day? But who am I to argue. Later that afternoon, I went to the store and picked up a new product. It was an instant chocolate chip cookie mix from that saucy minx Betty Crocker.
In retrospect, I think I would have preferred just getting some cookie dough and making my instant cookies that way. The Betty Crocker mix had me just add water to the pre-made mix, so already I was skeptical. However I did feel like it was my duty to check out a product like this and compare it to the real McCoy and to the pre-made cookie dough batter kind. But just water? No eggs or butter? I guess those ingredients were all inside the package thanks to science, but that seemed like a big shortcut. They came together easy enough and cooked just as any other cookie would. They looked okay and in truth, they were okay. They just weren’t great. Maybe I was biased but I really felt it was lacking the deep flavor of butter and more natural ingredients. There was a slight hint of processed taste to these, not unlike that of the pre-made cookie dough batter kind. I would say that the pre-made dough kind are better, but that could be because I am so used to that taste. A homemade cookie is definitely best. But, in regards to ease of making, I can’t deny that this wasn’t an easy shortcut with a not-awful output at the end. It just wasn’t the same as homemade.
When I checked my holiday website later, something happened. National Cookie Day was gone. It was removed from the calendar on November 26th. Looking ahead, it reappears on December 4th with much more fanfare on social media. I think I fell victim to a typo or an error. No matter, the spirit of the holiday was still celebrated on this day. I enjoyed the quick and easy comfort of a new product that got our house smelling like fresh, warm cookies (the Cher trick from Clueless still holds true.) I got to enjoy a nice warm cookie with milk and then had cookies for the next day too – something we could easily tackle as a couple. You can’t ask for much more from a cookie, and that stays true for every National Cookie Day no matter when you celebrate it.
Next Up: National Craft Jerky Day (Cyber Monday)
I’m not sure why parfaits get so many days of celebration, but here we are again. To me, a parfait is nothing more than an ice cream sundae. Sure you can make them with yogurt, fruit and granola, but you can also make them with ice cream. I’ll choose ice cream over yogurt 100 percent of the time. A parfait really has to do with how it’s served – in a tall skinny vessel. My mom likes to serve parfaits after family dinners and I think this is because she has parfait glasses and even better, parfait spoons (longer spoons so you can get to the bottom). I don’t have these items (nor do I want them – you have to be careful about what kind of hints you drop this time of year). But I do have some pilsner beer glasses and those seemed to work fine. No great recipe here; I just loaded it up with ice cream, whipped cream, caramel sauce and chocolate sauce, layering each ingredient as went along. Then I served it up.
I had this after a day of work at the Vineyard which wasn’t too taxing. When I came home, Lola had cooked more turkey for our continuation of Thanksgiving leftovers enjoyment. Then later, I had my parfait. It was good, just like you would expect. But it was essentially an ice cream sundae, so you knew that would be good. I’m still not sure why Big Parfait has sunk so much money into getting parfaits on the holiday calendar. I hope it’s paid off for them in more sales of parfait glasses and spoons. But for me, it was just a way to make cleaning a beer glass a little harder. Still, count this day as celebrated and happily so.
Next Up: National Cookie Day
Well friends, today is day 495 of my quest. That’s 495
straight days of celebrating every day. That’s a whole lot of celebrating. It’s been a whirlwind tour but I think the time has come to end the streak. The daily grind of keeping it going is starting to wear me down. So, on this day of infamy, I respectfully announce that Day 500 will be my last day of consecutive celebrations.
I’ll fill you in more when I get there. It’s not the end of this, just a new beginning. There’s more to come, I just had to stop the every day (and I hope you can concede that 500 straight days was quite a run). So stay tuned. I will still be playing catch up with my blog posts and hopefully I will get them all out there in the next six days.
But thank you all for the support and love from the bottom of my tired and much-celebrated heart.
To say we like National Leftovers Day as much as we like Thanksgiving would be an understatement (as long as National Leftovers Day falls on the day after Thanksgiving). It’s already a lazy day. We’re not much for Black Friday sales or any of that shopping nonsense, but it’s always a good day to recoup after a few hectic days of cooking and running around. We usually take naps. We usually watch a movie or something similar. And then we feast. Becky and Jeff were kind enough to send us home with a boatload of leftovers. That was really nice of them and we weren’t too shy to take them up on their offer. When the time for eating came around, we basically recreated our Thanksgiving dinner. Turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, stuffing, corn casserole, cranberry sauce, arugula salad, Brussels sprouts and biscuits. It takes a while to heat it all up. I went with the strategy of microwaving each element separately although in retrospect, it would have been easier to make a plate and microwave the whole thing that way. Either way, it still came out great and we feasted just like we had at the Thanksgiving table only this time we could stay in sweatpants and on the couch. That’s the joy of National Leftovers Day.
Probably the star of any day after Thanksgiving is the Thanksgiving sandwich (which we made as part of our feast). It’s turkey, stuffing, mayo and cranberry sauce on a roll. We put mashed potatoes on there too (because why wouldn’t you). We use the Grands biscuits that we had with Thanksgiving dinner and although it makes a small sandwich, it’s a good bread choice. These sandwiches make us think of Lola’s mom because she always enjoyed the Day After Thanksgiving sandwich. We used to have them with her. It used to be a quiet time in her house and we would be down visiting for the weekend. She too liked a low key Thanksgiving Friday and she was probably exhausted from putting together her whole dinner. Barry would be at work usually, so it was just us and Gigi. She was always happy to have the sandwich and always seemed appreciative when we would make one for her. This would be the meal she would savor. Thanksgiving was too busy for her to really enjoy. This was one she could sit down for and relax. We’d have it with little Cokes too in glass bottles which was always a treat that she pulled out at holiday dinners. An ice cold Coke goes perfect with a Thanksgiving sandwich and it’s why I made sure we had some for our feast today. With Gigi, it was always harder to make everything, usually because the food was either stored in the downstairs fridge or in a cooler on the porch. It was a trudge to just get everything into the kitchen. But it was always worth it just to enjoy a delicious sandwich with one of our favorite people. We thought of her a a lot today.
As I am writing this about ten days after the actual holiday, I can say that our celebration of leftovers continued throughout the weekend. We actually ended up cooking some more turkey and more biscuits so we could keep the party going. We thought for a minute we could keep the party going all year round, just making new batches of each element as we ran out. That wouldn’t be terrible. The Thanksgiving sandwich has become one of our all-around favorites, even when it’s not Thanksgiving season. But it’s especially good on the Friday after Thanksgiving. That’s why it was the perfect day to celebrate the joy of leftovers. It was plate full of happy memories that we just couldn’t let go of until the very last morsel was gone. That’s how we roll on Black Friday.
Next Up: National Parfait Day
A day to be thankful.
The past couple of years, we have started our Thanksgiving by having a football game in the yard. I try to make a field with some orange cones and field marking paint although my lines always seem to come out a bit crooked. We use flags for the game which I acquired at some point along the way. Everyone comes over around 10 and we settle the score on the gridiron. But this year, we decided to cancel. There was too much going on. Our nephew had just gotten out of the hospital and his older brother had to go in. We weren’t sure what that would mean in terms of where we had to be or who could join us, so we decided to play it conservatively and cancel the game ahead of time. Instead, on Thanksgiving morning, we stayed in and watched the Macy’s Day Parade. I’ll admit, I like this tradition. We get to see see little clips of all the Broadway shows, we see all the balloon animals which brings up feelings of nostalgia and above all, watching makes me think of my Dad who was a fan of the parade too. He used to work for Macy’s in Herald Square and part of him was always attached to all the hoopla around that day. I remember him watching it every Thanksgiving and sometimes I feel like I’m watching it with him. But even beyond that, it’s a nice quiet way to start the day.
Today was Eat a Cranberry Day and I knew I could accomplish this pretty easily. I had made a batch of cranberry sauce last night and had left it in the fridge to solidify. It had done just that and now I had a whole jar of fresh cranberry sauce. When we started packing up the car to go to Jeff & Becky’s house for dinner, I took a big spoonful of the cranberry sauce. It was delicious. It was made with lots of sugar so it had good sweetness to it (to help combat the tartness of the cranberry). The best part about homemade sauce is that you get bites of whole cranberries in your bites so it is not like the consistency of eating Jell-o. You see the cranberries and taste them. So I did and in doing so, my quest for the day had officially been celebrated.
We made the trip around 2 pm and packed up all our goodies: the stuffing, the corn casserole, the sweet potatoes, the fudge and the banana cream pie (plus the cranberry sauce too). All of Lola’s sisters were there along with offspring and significants. Plus Jeff’s mom and husband were there too as were Pete’s brother Dave and his family. We were met with a beautiful cheese platter and all kind of appetizers and a drink was quickly loaded into our hands. We did our best to be helpful around the kitchen getting ready for the feast. I ended up whipping the potatoes under the watchful eye of Tara. The turkey was ready and Jeff started carving while the worker bees all scrambled to get the other dishes ready for service. It was a feast of feasts. Our plates filled up with a bit of everything and soon our bellies were as full as our plates used to be. Belt buckles were loosened as everyone sat back and digested while the slow process of clean up began. Had it been acceptable, we would have loved to have taken a nap right there.
Later that night after the coffee gave us a bit of a boost (although in the battle of caffeine vs tryptophan, tryptophan was winning), we made our way to the dessert table. Lola’s banana cream pie was tops although cookies from Tara and Katie were perfect little small bites for sweet relief. Becky’s famous Viennese cookies were perfect with the warm coffee too. There were no losers at the dessert table – everything was as good as could be. Later when we were all stuffed as a wood ticks, a game of Balderdash broke out which lifted spirits. It came down to a run off between Becky and I for the championship and Becky took home the win – a victory for all PHS Ulumni. It was time to go now and we were almost the last to leave. We were sent home with a huge booty of leftovers and were home in bed by 11 pm.
It may have been a lot of work with all the cooking and preparing (especially for Becky and Jeff as hosts), but it was certainly a fun night of family, feast and thankfulness. It was a feast that couldn’t be beat. We went to bed with full bellies and happy memories and I guess any time you can do that is a good day. Plus I got to share my cranberry sauce with anyone who wanted it so they could celebrate National Eat a Cranberry Day too. This was truly a day of celebration and I found a sense of thankfulness deep in my heart. That’s a nice feeling to fall asleep with.
Next up: National Leftovers Day
Tie One on Day is not what you think, although in my younger days, it may have been exactly what you would think it is. The night before Thanksgiving is always a big night of drinking and a big night for bars. Everyone goes home for Thanksgiving and if they get in the night before, they might as well go out for a tipple or two. I haven’t done this in a very long time. I’ve worked a few over the past decades, but haven’t really partaken in the festivities. That’s ok by me too. I’ll let the kids keep that celebration. It’s just not my thing. Regardless, National Tie One On Day isn’t about all that. It’s about tying on your apron as you begin preparation for the Thanksgiving holiday. The apron goes on and the work begins. Now that’s a holiday I can get behind.
Lola started our preparation early and by the time I got home, she was already suited up in her apron. It’s a light blue apron with polka dots with pinkish trim and a few ornamental buttons in the front. She bought it many years ago at a farmer’s market in New Hampshire from a lady who made them special (while her husband made hand-carved cutting boards) and the apron comes out every time Lola gets down to business in the kitchen. I suited up too. I actually have three aprons (or so I discovered). My best apron my sister got for me last year as a Christmas present and it was custom printed with the Dan’s Holiday Adventure logo on the front. I like this apron however after a recent use, the string for the apron freed itself and now it requires some sewing to get it back into place and it was nit useable today. I also have an apron that my mom got for me, undoubtedly a bargain from Xpect Discounts. This one is a little more sparkly than anything else in my wardrobe so I haven’t really used it. I’m saving it for the right sparkly occasion. The third apron, and the one I decided to wear, is just a plain white apron that came home with me from a restaurant at some point over the years. It’s simple and just what I like. I actually don’t use the bib portion of the apron. I tuck that down and just tie the whole thing around my waist. That’s just how we wore them in the kitchen and how I am used to wearing an apron. When the bib is up around my neck, I feel silly and trapped although I do understand there is a practicality to it. Still, I’ll always tie mine around the waist.
Lola is making the crust for her Banana Cream Pie here which came out awesome. This was her mom’s recipe and she has been making it for the last few years, although this one was her best. She also made a sweet potato casserole made with honey and a strudel of pecans on top which came out perfect too. I helped where I could but I had my own agenda. I was making the stuffing which was something I had never tackled before. It was another Gigi recipe and Becky set us up to make a three-batch of it. It very specifically called for Jone’s sausages which struck me as odd because Jone’s was the maker of the Scrapple that I ate a few weeks ago. My White Castle stuffing got my stuffing making skills up to par and it ended up being pretty easy to make. I also made a homemade cranberry sauce which I wanted to make because I like the fresh stuff (rather than the canned slices). All and all it was a pretty easy load for us. In the past, the day before Thanksgiving was a lot more hectic with more things to make. This was the first year I didn’t have to peel 20 pounds of potatoes (although I did peel some). I also didn’t have to make creamed onions. Lola and I made what we had to do, we clean up with Lola doing the lion’s share of that, and then we put our aprons in the wash. We were finished for the day.
Our final night before Thanksgiving tradition was to watch Planes, Trains and Automobiles. This could be the only acceptable Thanksgiving movie that really gives you that sense of coming home. I was first drawn to this movie because it was funny and because of John Candy and Steve Martin (how could you go wrong?) But every time we watch it, we see it for the genius that it is. The mystery of Del Griffith unravels a little more uncovering the sadness behind it all. It’s a tear jerker. And that’s how we ended our Thanksgiving Eve – in the magic of John Hughes world, a fridge full of goodies, a glimmer of excitement for tomorrow and two aprons needing a wash after getting a thorough workout. We were two tired cooks in each other’s arms and thankful for all we have.
Next Up: National Eat a Cranberry Day (Thanksgiving)
National Stuffing Day should fall annually on Thanksgiving. That would make sense. However, it happens to fall on November 21st which could be a Thanksgiving Day, but in 2017 in was just a Tuesday. It was also two days before the actual Thanksgiving holiday. I guess the stuffing I made today could be a warm up to the real deal. I could practice making stuffing and eating it. You need to work on your stomach expanding exercises prior to Thanksgiving so you can make sure you can get everything down at the Thanksgiving table. This was going to be my last exhibition game before the season began, so I had to make it count. I could do this.
In the week before Thanksgiving, my cousin-in-law (is that a real title?) shared a post about a stuffing made with White Castle hamburgers. At first site, like you, I was disgusted. It just sounded so awful. But then I started to appreciate it for what it was. A good stuffing is made with sausage (that’s how I prefer it although I understand the delight of a non-meat stuffing). But it’s also made with bread and onions. A White Castle burger has the bread, the onions and it has beef (which can substitute for sausage). It also has cheese which has no place in regular stuffing but how could adding cheese to anything be bad? I saw Tom’s White Castle post as a challenge and that’s what I would make today. Here is the recipe: White Castle Stuffing.
I think they wanted you to start with actual White Castle hamburgers form the restaurant but that wasn’t possible seeing that the closets one is two states away. You could make them with their frozen burgers that you find in the frozen food section of your supermarket, so that’s what I did purchasing two boxes. I cooked them in the microwave as instructed, then chopped them up into small pieces. To that, I added some celery, sage and chicken broth. Then it baked for about 35 minutes. I served it alongside some pork which I had baked seasoned with some salt and pepper. It looked like real stuffing.
My friends, this was not all that bad. It has everything you want in a stuffing. It was moist yet crispy on the outside. It did have a distinct White Castle flavor to it and if you have ever eaten a White Castle burger you would know that the flavor hangs around. I think it’s the onions they use. There was a also that hint of cheese throughout from the cheeseburgers which was not a prevalent taste but hidden in the background. It all blended well with the other flavors. For what it was, a new approach to stuffing, it wasn’t all that bad. I don’t think I would serve it for Thanksgiving, but if ever I was to host a dinner full of fun and whimsy, I could make this and surprise some guests. Perhaps I will bring it to Tom & Liz’s if ever we travel to Vermont.
So thank you Tom for sharing this recipe and alerting me to an exciting new world of stuffing. It also alerted me to a new world of White Castle recipes. I guess if you put your mind to it, you can make something out of anything. Why not take likable and familiar flavors and make them into other creations? I guess that’s the whole premise behind shows like Chopped and Iron Chef. But today, in my practice working up to Thanksgiving, I got to enjoy a delightfully moist stuffing that put a smile on my face (and I didn’t even have to go through the White castle drive thru.).
Next up: National Tie One On Day
With the Thanksgiving holiday just a few days away, this was a good time for a holiday like National Peanut Butter Fudge Day to pop up. This would allow me to make some peanut butter fudge and have something I could add to the dessert table when the feast day rolled around. When I make fudge, I almost exclusively make it chocolate. I have made other flavors in the past like mint, walnut, and maple, but chocolate always seems to be the most popular. I usually reserve peanut butter for peanut butter chocolate balls but I didn’t have the bandwidth to make those this week. Being someone who is not wont to turn down a holiday celebration, I started to look for recipes for peanut butter fudge. There were plenty and apparently there is a high demand for peanut butter fudge. I searched for a recipe that used Fluff because that’s what I use for my chocolate fudge and I like the results. I found plenty of those recipes too. I landed on one from GeniusKitchen.com which looked very similar to my regular fudge recipe, just with peanut butter added to the party. After work, I picked up all my supplies and started to throw a batch together when I got home.
It was an easy recipe to make and all it really required was the patience to stir continuously for five minutes and also a tolerance for pain to take the occasional spatter of hot sugar that would pop up and land on your arm. It filled the air with the smell of hot peanut butter, which isn’t a bad thing. While I was making it, I felt that having fudge made completely of peanut butter would be too much. I sensed a need for chocolate in there (as often I do), so before I poured the hot fudge into the pan where it could cool and set up, I poured some semi-sweet chocolate chips along the bottom of the pan. Then I poured the fudge over it all. I tried a taste of the still-warm fudge from the pot and it was tasty – sweet and creamy with good peanut flavor. I gave a taste to Lola too and she agreed. Now we just needed to wait for the batch to cool.
It was pretty good. It’s not exactly my thing because I still prefer going plain chocolate over peanut butter, but if peanut butter is your thing, then it was actually great. It was really rich. I thought it was going to taste like eating a spoonful of peanut butter but there was more to the bite. It was creamier and the added sugars sweetened it all up. Plus the texture of fudge brings in another dimension. The chocolate chips on the bottom did not melt at all (I thought they would), so each piece had whole chocolate chips at the bottom. That gave it a little chocolate flavor, but in truth, it was not necessary. If I were to make it again, I would keep the chips out of the mix and keep it all peanut butter. Still, this was a nice little recipe and a way to hone my fudge making skills. Lola liked it, which is always a good thing. Sometimes when I give her a taste, she’s not really ready for a good evaluation. But then she will reach for my creation on her own time she is ready for a treat and she will become a fan. I also brought them to Thanksgiving too and they were well received (although Lola’s Banana Cream Pie was the star of the dessert table). This was a happy little celebration of a new kind of fudge. That’s always a win in my book and a great way to start off our holiday week
Next Up: National Stuffing Day