Yuletide Youtube: Sunday Sweets
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Merry Moments:
Sunday Sweets:
Fudge! The secret to good fudge texture is the beating step. Break out the mixer and have at it until it's not shiny, and it will set up firm and delicious.
Chocolate Fudge
2 c. white sugar
1 c. brown sugar
1 c. milk
3 squares bitter chocolate
1/4 c. white corn syrup
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 c. butter
1 1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1 1/2 c. nuts (opt)
Heat in double boiler until soft ball stage. Beat until it loses its gloss. Pour into buttered pan.
Aunt Millie's Peanut Butter Fudge
4 c. sugar
2 heaping Tbsp. cocoa
2 c. milk
1 stick butter
2 Tbsp. vanilla
1/2 pkg mini marshmallows (4 c.)
1 c. peanut butter
Cook sugar, milk and cocoa until soft ball stage, 15-20 minutes. Remove from heat. Add other ingredients. Beat
until it begins to set up (10-15 minutes) then pour into a buttered 9x13" glass dish.
Fantasy Fudge
3 c. sugar
3/4 c. margarine
2/3 c. evaporated milk
12 oz. chocolate chips
1 jar marshmallow fluff
1 tsp. vanilla
Bring sugar, margarine and milk to boil, stirring constantly. Cook to soft ball stage (234°). Remove from heat, add chips, fluff, and vanilla. Beat, using electric mixer, until it stops being shiny. Pour into buttered pan. Let cool until firm. Cut into squares.
Story Time:
From "Winter Solstice" collected in Candle in the Dark
Amazon
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In the center of the woods sat a monstrous oak which had been struck by lightning many centuries ago, yet Lucas could still smell burning wood. It was split down the middle and parted in the same way as a bird stretched its wings. Underneath the wings lay small patches of dry ground where the rain was unable to reach it. Lucas opened the rucksack and laid out a blanket to sit down on. He thought back to Christmases before. His flock had always celebrated Winter Solstice by leaving mobile phones at home and going to the beach or woods. They would eat a feast that everyone contributed to and be thankful of their surroundings, watching the beauty of a sunset reflected in the waves or the moon against the backdrop of trees. Often they would give a gift back to nature.
He pulled out the jar which held the oak cutting. Nervously, he began to whistle softly. The next thing he removed was a trowel. It slid through the barely-there snow and hit the hard earth. With a flick of his thumb he turned on the switch at the top and Celtic symbols shone and ran down the handle. The heating spell spread through the trowel until it warmed up enough to break through and dig out a sizeable hole for the cutting.
The jar lid creaked as he unscrewed it.
A thunderous growl vibrated through Lucas’ whole body. His head snapped up. Amongst the frost bitten bushes peered a snarling wolf. The jar smashed onto the ground as the wolf flew out of the bushes, shaking off the rain. It charged after Lucas who left everything and ran. Lucas stumbled over roots while the branches tore at his jumper and tried to hold him still. Fingers shaking, he ripped down the zip and when the next tree snatched at him he let it take the jumper. The wings were revealed, each one the span of a willow tree’s branches. They dipped up and down, about to propel him into the sky. The wolf’s fangs wrapped around Lucas’ ankle and his cry of pain choked out of him as his body was dragged to the ground. Terror gripped him. He was about to be devoured
“Heel, Wendigo! He’s not a chewtoy!” a man shouted.
Lucas breathed out with relief when the wolf released him and stalked off. He looked up and had to shield his eyes when the harsh beam of a flashlight shone into his face. Then it fell away to reveal that the wolf was in fact a drooling German Shepherd.
Merry Moments:
Sunday Sweets:
Fudge! The secret to good fudge texture is the beating step. Break out the mixer and have at it until it's not shiny, and it will set up firm and delicious.
Chocolate Fudge
2 c. white sugar
1 c. brown sugar
1 c. milk
3 squares bitter chocolate
1/4 c. white corn syrup
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 c. butter
1 1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1 1/2 c. nuts (opt)
Heat in double boiler until soft ball stage. Beat until it loses its gloss. Pour into buttered pan.
Aunt Millie's Peanut Butter Fudge
4 c. sugar
2 heaping Tbsp. cocoa
2 c. milk
1 stick butter
2 Tbsp. vanilla
1/2 pkg mini marshmallows (4 c.)
1 c. peanut butter
Cook sugar, milk and cocoa until soft ball stage, 15-20 minutes. Remove from heat. Add other ingredients. Beat
until it begins to set up (10-15 minutes) then pour into a buttered 9x13" glass dish.
Fantasy Fudge
3 c. sugar
3/4 c. margarine
2/3 c. evaporated milk
12 oz. chocolate chips
1 jar marshmallow fluff
1 tsp. vanilla
Bring sugar, margarine and milk to boil, stirring constantly. Cook to soft ball stage (234°). Remove from heat, add chips, fluff, and vanilla. Beat, using electric mixer, until it stops being shiny. Pour into buttered pan. Let cool until firm. Cut into squares.
Story Time:
From "Winter Solstice" collected in Candle in the Dark
Amazon
Square ebook
Square paperback
In the center of the woods sat a monstrous oak which had been struck by lightning many centuries ago, yet Lucas could still smell burning wood. It was split down the middle and parted in the same way as a bird stretched its wings. Underneath the wings lay small patches of dry ground where the rain was unable to reach it. Lucas opened the rucksack and laid out a blanket to sit down on. He thought back to Christmases before. His flock had always celebrated Winter Solstice by leaving mobile phones at home and going to the beach or woods. They would eat a feast that everyone contributed to and be thankful of their surroundings, watching the beauty of a sunset reflected in the waves or the moon against the backdrop of trees. Often they would give a gift back to nature.
He pulled out the jar which held the oak cutting. Nervously, he began to whistle softly. The next thing he removed was a trowel. It slid through the barely-there snow and hit the hard earth. With a flick of his thumb he turned on the switch at the top and Celtic symbols shone and ran down the handle. The heating spell spread through the trowel until it warmed up enough to break through and dig out a sizeable hole for the cutting.
The jar lid creaked as he unscrewed it.
A thunderous growl vibrated through Lucas’ whole body. His head snapped up. Amongst the frost bitten bushes peered a snarling wolf. The jar smashed onto the ground as the wolf flew out of the bushes, shaking off the rain. It charged after Lucas who left everything and ran. Lucas stumbled over roots while the branches tore at his jumper and tried to hold him still. Fingers shaking, he ripped down the zip and when the next tree snatched at him he let it take the jumper. The wings were revealed, each one the span of a willow tree’s branches. They dipped up and down, about to propel him into the sky. The wolf’s fangs wrapped around Lucas’ ankle and his cry of pain choked out of him as his body was dragged to the ground. Terror gripped him. He was about to be devoured
“Heel, Wendigo! He’s not a chewtoy!” a man shouted.
Lucas breathed out with relief when the wolf released him and stalked off. He looked up and had to shield his eyes when the harsh beam of a flashlight shone into his face. Then it fell away to reveal that the wolf was in fact a drooling German Shepherd.
