My secretary came back from her week trip to Mackinac Island, Michigan, and she brought me back a pound or so of walnut fudge. One of those soft, delicious, giant slices off of a fudge block with crunchy fresh walnuts. I’ve eaten half of it so far today. It’s hard to stop. I’m now wondering if that was such a good idea for lunch? I’m thinking probably not. But, I’d do it again.