Now I will admit that there is nothing healthy about fudge. It is a vehicle for adding sugar, fat and lots of calories to one’s body. Also a great method of sabotaging a diet or increasing hip size. Now having said that, a great fudge discovery makes a long drive worth while.
It was so for us, driving out of town and up into the hills. The first stop we made was just to look out over the plains – and seeing Brisbane in the distance.
At the top of one peak sits this small tourist mecca loaded with a huge variety of shops to include junk, fashion, antiques and various related fantasy items for the small fairy in your life.
I will leave out the card ready, palm reading and other fortune tellers, all of whose shops were ripe with incense. There were cafes featuring about every kind of cuisine you might want to need. But the glorious find was this absolute great sweets shop which made fudge on the premise.
Somehow some chili chocolate, peppermint dark chocolate and double ginger wound up sneaking into a bag and coming home with us.
I think I also mentioned that I met Jill and her husband Graeme last Sept on the Explorer heading from Southampton back to Australia. She was working on cross-stitch which got me started again – a pattern taken from one of Stewart Moskowitz illustrations called Noah’s Submarine…
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