Oh, Fudge!

My good friend, Wenirs, lives in Michigan. We love visiting her there and are thoroughly bummed that this year we are missing the trip Up North with them to their cabin on Manistee Lake. Wenirs is there this week with her husband and new black lab puppy, Harvey, plus my Fairy Goddaughter and her friend Christina. And I'm stuck here on jury duty. Phooey!

So, you can imagine our delight when at the Sonoma County fair we spied a booth selling Mackinac Island fudge. No, it's not Burdick's (the gold standard for fudge) but we bought it anyway as a connection to the festivities we are missing Up North.

So, Wenirs, have a little whitefish paté for me and some fudge. Maybe we can make it next year.