The recipe *said* it made 2 pints.
I was a little suspicious of that, given the basic ingredients added up to more than two pints by themselves, but it wasn’t until I started mixing it that I began to suspect the guy who wrote the recipe down got pints and quarts mixed up. I now have probably ten, possibly more, cups of marshmallow creme in the fridge.
I’d been planning on making not very much fudge this year. Hah! o.o
(Oddly, you can’t buy marshmallow creme in Ireland, or not that we’ve found, anyway (although I don’t know how that can be, because they *make* fudge here…), so we’ve taken to making our own, which is time-consuming but kind of cool. And invariably ends up with more creme than the recipe said, but YE GODS.)
My arm is wibbly from hanging onto the mixer. The poor mixer, which is not a Kitchen Aid and for this sort of thing ought to be, is exhausted. And I have enough marshmallow creme to drown a horse in…