Ah Fudge It

We had been planning to drive up to Pakenham to look for fudge with little hope of scoring any. When I checked online, I could spot baked goods in the header picture but no fudge. Nevertheless, we were prepared to make the drive on a very lovely spring day.

However, at the last moment, Shauna posted that we could purchase fudge in Lanark, a village in the centre of Lanark County, or close anyway. Off we headed, 30 minutes west instead of 30 minutes north. Please include an 'ish' with both directions. :)

When we got there the cupboard was bare. No, that is a nursery rhyme. We did not even get to check the cupboard because the store was inexplicably shuttered on the Sunday and Monday of the holiday weekend. But I can't blame them too much as the village of Lanark is not a major tourist draw.

We took a selfie to prove to Sha that we went and that we shouldn't have gone.
Naw, it was a decent day for a drive.

Ironically, we had just driven into Lanark on the previous day after leaving the fudge-less Balderson. If we had only known then about this Village Treats shop, we could have obtained our fudge then. Alas, this became our first fudge-less anniversary as far as I can recall.

The countryside was many wonderful shades of green, but we just rolled on by, However, I did take a pic at a brief stop in Almonte by the Mississippi River. 

Ya gotta luv the greens at this time of year.

However, all was not lost, for there was still pizza to be ordered and enjoyed at supper. Or perhaps all was, indeed, lost, for the wrong pizza was delivered -- thin crust with bacon instead of thick crust with bacon, mushrooms and pepperoni. I had it opened and in progress before I realized.

No fudge. Wrong pizza.

What can do you?

I am not sure that our marriage can survive these two dreadful blows.