Swear Fudge

This is the time of year I wait for. You do NOT understand. Ryan's Aunt's (Barbara and Skippy) make us (everyone) fudge, usually ending up in us judging who has the best roll. All the while, making sure that we eat enough just to be certain that we are, in fact, sure of the results. That being said, each year there is nearly a fight over this fudgy masterpiece. Like I said, you do not understand. Apparently it is impossible to make this fudge. Trust me- we've tried. I did today- thrice. All three went to sugar- arrrgh! It's okay, my sister-in-law (who is the reigning Martha Stewart of the family) couldn't make it either. Apparently the recipe that they gave us is written in code so that none of us can make it. And when those aunties die, they better leave the secret 2 lines that they forgot to submit when they sent in the recipe!! At best the recipe is vague and open to too much interpretation. I need numbers, dang it!!

So, my niece Erinn, 17 (I think.. I know, if I were a better aunt I might know this information.) and I are trying to make this fudge the other night. By the time all was said and done, nearly everyone in the whole room had sworn at least once. (I'm telling you- we were a bunch of swear boxes!) My niece looks up and said that we need to name it "Swear Fudge". I do believe the name stuck. Swear fudge it is.