Isaac plans to make fudge. It won’t be for tonight, because he says the rain will not work with fudge. He plans to try his hand with this, and mail some to his aunts. He tries his candy out on us, and I shouldn’t be eating it. Since he has been making cookies, I have tried to be good. It hasn’t always worked. I guess we will know eventually what his fudge is like. He will make it without the usual white, sticky, and creamy help that makes it fantastic. Isaac knows how to read a recipe.