Fudge

Today, my little sister and I made Fudge, inspired by Sophie Dahl's new programme for Bbc 2, The Delicious Miss Dahl. In the great tradition of home-made fudge, it stubbornly refused to set, and is now condemned to the freezer in a variety of suspicious shaped lumps, in the hope that it'll form something halfway solid.

The programme is actually very good - kitch and quirky, with occasional sassy moments (I love when she refers to oysters as an 'invitation to carnal knowledge'). I can see why people are sceptical - sometimes the programme goes out of it's way to be whimsical and nostalgic, and the editing leaves much to be desired, but overall the programme's got a warm heart, and she's a very likeable, eccentric character.
I feel very proud to have met her now-husband (according to wikipedia). Of course, when I say 'met', what I really mean is a friend and I once encountered Jamie Cullum walking down Queen's Gate, and the entire depth of conversation consisted of me saying (loudly) 'It's Jamie Cullum!', to which my friend responded by pushing me into a hedge and hissing 'Shut up!'.

This is Pomegranate Fudge from Not So Humble Pie. Doesn't it look amazing? The recipe looks pretty easy, but it asks for all these american things like a particular US brand of Pomegranate Extract, and Marshmellow Fluff, which I can never find over here. Perhaps a mission for the summer?