Paid In Fudge

It's like God dreamed up a work assignment just for me. Tomorrow morning, I visit a homemade fudge/candy factory to write a business profile for an area magazine. How happy am I? Breakfast, Dena? No thank you, I'm on my way to my assignment at the fudge factory.

Of course, there's no guarantee I'll be offered fudge. But I feel a little taste testing is essential to my job of reporting the whole story. I'd hate to come up short.

The store is almost two hours from where I live, but I'm being comped for my time.  Plus, the weather here is fantastic this week--80 degrees, sunny, no humidity. Perfect for a drive to Virginia and a drive back home with fudge.

Hard sometimes to believe I get paid for this...