Score!

Oh Happy Day!!!

If you read my last maudlin post, Keep, you know I deeply regretted leaving my mother's ancient old fudge and brownie pan in the trash pile.  Well, my brother went fishing for me and he found it!  It's an ugly old thing that hasn't been used in a long, long time and I think it's safe to say it'll never be used again, but this minute, I think it's the most beautiful thing I own. 

Okay, minute's up.  It's ugly.  Very, very ugly.

But I love it.

See all those cut marks?  I bet this pan bore five million calories over the years.  Everyone loved her desserts, especially her Fudge.  She never measured, just threw it together, poured it in this sad old pan and it came out perfect every single time.  I'm surprised my daddy never tried to use it for currency.  It probably would have worked.

"Here's your boat motor, Clyde, that'll be seven pans of Molly's fudge."

I couldn't make fudge if I tried.  Never even learned to cook.  But my sister's daughter, Karolyn can!  And here's the proof:

Aren't they beautiful?  Two Godly women with hearts of gold.  

This picture was taken on Thanksgiving.  We would lose her four days later.  But look at her.  She had the very best day and I know she ate some of that fudge.  And I bet is was ALMOST as good as her own!  And maybe, just maybe it WOULD BE if I gave this magic pan to my niece. 

So, do you want this pan, Karolyn? 

Nah, it's mine.  You can't have it.  You keep on making that fudge though, Karo.  Then one day, your pan will look just like your Grandma's.  But please do this.  When you get real old,  put a note on your pan that your children will find when they clean out your house after you expire and are spying on them from heaven: 

"NOT FOR THE TRASH PILE.  KEEP.  DEFINITELY KEEP."