I remember my Mom spending time over the stove cooking fudge; stirring continuously. It had to be "just right." If cooked too much it wouldn't spread in the buttered pan or would be too hard to cut. I haven't enjoyed that fudge since my Mom died. Until now.
Hall's is a reminder of when cooking fudge took time; when it wasn't so soft that you could eat it with a spoon; when it wasn't formed in a "loaf" but spread in baking dish; when you had to cut it immediately or it wouldn't cut at all.
I'm glad I tried Hall's...it's like my Mom's; like homemade.