Spoonfudge Mania

So yesterday a little bit of heaven arrived at my front door. I've heard about Charssi Spoonfudge for a while now on message boards and the like and the absolute swooning that takes place when anyone mentions it. Apparently it is only available during certain windows of opportunity when the crazed fudge starved masses swarm the site www.glutenada.com. This was my first time.

I was reading the blog of another crafter who giddily announced the gates to chocolate nirvana would be opening at 12 noon that day. I sat poised at my keyboard, frantically refreshing. 12 noon nothing. 12:04, yee hah! I was in! In a frenzy like my days of 4 am toy shopping on Black Friday, I raced from description to description, at $10.95 per 10 oz. I had to make my choices carefully and the idea that I only had a few days to do so fueled my panic. What would I like the most? The devilish side of me also considered what the other of my fudge loving family members would like the least. But I was good, I went the selfless route and chose three decadent selections that would make us all happy: Chocolate Peanut Butter, Chocolate Caramel Marshmallow and Chocolate. No matter how much I love Chocolate Mint, in my first Spoonfudge venture I decided to avoid the flack I'd get from hubby and potentially cranky children. 

The box arrived yesterday. I was ever so tempted to sneak into the corner of my closet and open it in hiding so that the three jars could remain my secret stash. It had been a few weeks since I was discovered placing my order by my nosy kids and I was sure a case of summer vacation, brains in la la land amnesia would have erased any memory of my purchase. But greed got the best of me and I had to open the box as soon as my shaking hands were wrapped around my box cutter. I carefully lifted the three adorable jars with their little white fudge spoons nestled alongside them and studied their labels and gorgeous contents. I introduced myself and fantasized about the delightful afternoons we would be spending together as I would contentedly, luxuriously and frugally savor small bits at a time to allow my new found friend to enjoy a long stay with me. My dreams came to a screeching halt when a sudden outburst broke through my oasis with shouts of "IT'S HERE!!!! The SPOONFUDGE is HERE!!!!" my daughter announced! I almost hushed her and chided her for letting out my secret but then the loving mother in me reprimanded my childish self and reminded me that there will be a new sales window at www.glutenada.com the end of this month and really, it will be OK. There is good karma in sharing your Spoonfudge. 

When my son realized all we had to do was twist a jar and the world was his I became frantic. I gave very explicit Spoonfudge directions to all in attendance. 

1. You may only eat Spoonfudge when I am available to supervise portions

2. I am in charge of all that is Spoonfudge related.

3. We savor Spoonfudge and treat it like the gold that it is, we don't mindlessly devour it scoop by scoop while watching The Suite Life of Zach and Cody

4. We monitor our available supply in order to time its availability until the next sales window opens. 

They all get it. They know the childish, sweet tooth driven control freak I can be. So, how is it? To die for!