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At that moment I was the most fearsome weasel in the entire swamp.
I recently discovered I could make fudge with just chocolate chips, sweetened condensed milk, vanilla extract, and a thick pot on slow heat. I tried it with dark chocolate chunks and I tried it with semi-sweet chocolate chips. It’s better with both kinds. It comes out pretty bad with just the dark chocolate. The best add-ins are crushed almonds and marshmallows – what you get from that is Rocky Road. It takes about twenty minutes from start to fridge, and then it takes about six months to work off the twenty pounds you gain from eating it. All things in moderation, friends. All things in moderation.
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copy: I recently **discovered** I could make fudge with just *chocolate* *chips,* sweetened condensed milk, vanilla **extract,** and a thick pot on slow heat. I tried it with dark *chocolate* chunks and I tried it with semi-sweet *chocolate* chips. It's better with both kinds. It comes out pretty bad with just the dark chocolate. The best add-ins are crushed almonds and marshmallows -- what you get from that is Rocky Road. It takes about _twenty_ minutes from start to fridge, and then it takes about six months to work off the _twenty_ pounds you gain from eating it. All things in moderation, friends. All things in moderation.
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I honestly find her about as intimidating as a basket of kittens.
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Beach-combing replaced wine tasting as his new obsession.
Trees. It was something about the trees. The way they swayed with the wind in unison. The way they shaded the area around them. The sounds of their leaves in the wind and the creaks from the branches as they sway, The trees were making a statement that I just couldn’t understand.
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copy: Trees. It was something about the trees. *The* way they swayed with the wind in unison. *The* way they shaded the area around them. *The* _sounds_ of their _leaves_ in the wind and the creaks from the branches as they sway, *The* trees were **making** a statement that I just couldn't understand.
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