There’s been a lot recently about Young Adult fiction and how adults should be “embarrassed” about being seen reading it. I’ve read stuff agreeing and disagreeing.
Now, ultimately, I don’t really care what people read, and I’ve never really understood the concept of “guilty pleasures” (if you like it, don’t feel guilty about it; it’s just what you like), but what I really don’t understand is, why books have age limits?
Granted that some books are unsuitable for the young and some you can probably only get away with reading if you’re reading it to a child, but for all the other books? If you enjoy it, read it.
I mean, I know publishers like to categorise things and pick an age group to market books at, but they can’t control who actually buys the book.
So, don’t feel guilty about your reading choices. And don’t care what other people think. We aren’t all the same and we have different tastes. Read what you enjoy.
And speaking of books, I found a new recipe book this week. Home Baked Gifts with Love. Not because I want to make gifts at the moment, but because I like tray-bake kind of recipes. Fudges, cookies, muffins, etc.
I thought I’d start with fudge. It’s a simple sort of recipe (my favourite kind!), that doesn’t involve a sugar thermometer, which is just as well because I have no idea where I put mine. And I made a change or two. Like sprinkling marshmallows across the top.
So. You’ll need:
100g dark chocolate
1tsp vanilla extract
225g icing sugar
Melt together the chocolate and butter in a bowl over simmering water. Remove from the heat, adding the cream, vanilla and honey. Stir, and then add the sugar bit by bit. When it’s all mixed (you might need to use your hands) roll it out on a lined baking tray and pop it in the fridge to chill for a couple of hours. Cut into squares and, um, try not to eat it all at once?