I was hungry. I open my refrigerator. I see this little golden cube amongst my Kit Kat bar on the side door of the fridge. Hmmm...this must be that caramel fudge chocolate thing Pam brought over. I open the gold wrapper. Must be the fudge. Put it in my mouth. It's not fudge. It's chicken stock. Chicken in a cube. The essence of a chicken. It's not fudge.
Now, I am one step closer to saying "I've done it all!"
It's not fudge!