In America, when it's your birthday, somebody else bakes you a cake and you don't have to worry about anything. But in Germany, when it's your birthday, you are expected to bring in a treat for everyone else. My birthday is coming up, and in the spirit of "when in Rome..." I want to make something to share with my colleagues.
Now, I have a quaint little kitchen in my apartment, but no oven, so that rules out anything that requires baking. In my mind, that leaves preacher cookies and fudge. Preacher cookies are out because it's hard to find peanut butter. So, fudge.
I made the first batch today, and despite the fact that I just guesstimated all the measurements, I think it's turned out well. I have at least accomplished to fix something with a fudge-like consistancy, and I find it hard to believe that anything with four cups of sugar, a pound of chocolate, and two bags of marshmallows could taste less than amazing.
I'm also pretty sure that this will count as bringing American culture to Germany, but I only say that because none of my colleagues seemed to know what I was talking about when I tried to explain what fudge was. Or fudge could be rampant in Germany and I was just banging my head against the language barrier, as usual.
We'll see.
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