The empty stocks of cream fudge

The picture on the right is one of cream fudge being made in my parent's house. This is a trivial post, but it is to me an important issue. So last Saturday I went to the local sweet shop. It may have been my last trip, as it will be closing soon. I bought some cream fudge, as I usually do and other stuff. The fudge is all gone. it took me two days, if that. I should have stocked more. One day, I may have to actually make cream fudge myself. I tried once in my life, I ended up with caramel. I am a bad cook.

I thought I would finish this trivial post with a funny anecdote, a great unknown line that is sort of about sugar. It was said by a pupil in one of the schools I used to work with and I have wanted to immortalise it on Vraie Fiction for quite a while. It was a difficult time, but some of the children were adorable. When some were winging about doing a tedious task, I used to say: "Come on, you are not made of sugar! You are not gonna melt with the effort." I was in a history class in year 6 (I think) once and said this to one of the girls. Another girl then said laughing: "Yeah, you are not very sweet!" I tried to tell her off, but I was laughing too much. I managed to ask her to be nice to her fellow pupils, but I was still laughing. I remember that line every time I have somethign high in sugar.