In the last year or so I have developed an annoying tendency.
I have become one of those people who is convinced they have a life-threatening illness.
With every headache I convince myself that I have a brain tumor and wonder when my tumor grows if I will become a major genius like John Travolta did in Phenomenon.
With every ache in my knee I am doing research online on who is the best knee replacement surgeon in my area. Or really the whole country because no expense can be spared when I am in need of a life changing surgery.
My knuckles have been aching lately and I have convinced myself that I have Rheumatoid Arthritis. My husband laughed at me and said yeah, you’re 36…sometimes things just start to ache a little.
He doesn’t feed into my paranoia. Instead of playing along and acting concerned he just tells me to go for a walk and drink a glass of water. Like fresh air and H2O are gonna solve my problems. Ridiculous.
Watching Grey’s Anatomy also does not help, because there are some crazy medical situations that arise on that show only fueling my internal self diagnosis arsenal.
So the other day to get my mind off the cutting-edge eyeball transplant surgery that I will most certainly need, I decided to make fudge.
Of the key lime variety.
At least my brain is working.
I will warn you, though. This stuff is basically crack-fudge. I’m not kidding. The chance of you having high blood sugar after making and inevitable eating the entire pan is imminent. Real talk.
First make a yummy shortbread crust. Kind of unconventional for fudge, but trust me on this.
While that’s melting, zest a few limes…
Spread the uncolored mixture evenly over the crust and then swirl in the tinted.
Cut it up when you’re ready to serve…
Out of control good. I wouldn’t steer you wrong.