Back when I was first married, I decided to make some fudge for my new husband, one night while he was at work. Previous attempts at fudge had been less than successful, the fudge would never harden. I firmly believed that this was because I didn’t cook it long enough.
So I got everything in the pot, and started cooking it. I boiled, and boiled, and then boiled some more. Satisfied that I had cooked it long enough, I left it in the pot to cool, and sat down to watch tv. Right before time for hubby to get home, I went in the kitchen to cut it up and put it in a candy dish.
Imagine my horror when I found the fudge had turned into a potful of cement. Although I made a good effort, I couldn’t get it out of the pot, and ended up throwing the pot away. To this day, hubs doesn’t know about this.