Imagine the moistest brownie in the world, made out of sugar, cream, corn syrup, and chocolate. It makes your lips smack, your mouth salivate, and the chocolate’s so sweet you need a glass of milk or water just to wash it down. There are hints of nuts, peanut butter, and maybe even maple (?), and your knife glides through it like it’s hot fudge – because it is fudge. Mackinac Island Fudge Company‘s Death by Chocolate, to be exact.
A dessert this rich, decadent, and indulgent? No, it shouldn’t be legal, but it is. It’s like crack cocaine, or meat loaf made out of chocolate. There’s 5 million calories in each bite, but I don’t care – I just want more! I get all hormonal and craving – you’d think I was PMSing, but no, it’s just this damn chocolate.
“But sir, you’ve already eaten two whole pounds!”
So what? More! More! More! And now! Make it snappy, you dirty chocolatier!
I’m not sure how, why, or when tiny little Mackinac Island in northern Michigan became the one of the fudge capitals of the world. I can only prostrate myself in reverence, bowing down to the supreme overlords of fudge that live on Mackinac Island. They’ve perfected the art form of fudge.
In the summer, Mackinac Island is a major tourist draw. Tens of thousands of people from all of the country descend on the island in search of nature, small town charm, and – of course – heaps of fudge. The island’s dozens of fudge shops open their doors to the clamoring public, mixing and heating the ingredients in big bowls before pouring the hot fudge onto marble tables, where the fudge is shaped by trained professionals as onlookers point and “oooow!” and “aaaah!”
Part of Mackinac Island’s appeal is that cars aren’t allowed on the island. You either have to walk, bike, or catch a carriage. It’s supposed to be a throwback to the good old slow-paced days of yore, a respite from the hurried, rushed lives we’re forced to live thanks to cars. Besides that, there’s also the Grand Hotel with its 880 foot porch and natural wonders like the massive Arch Rock, a towering limestone arch over pristine Lake Huron.
But really, it’s still mostly about the fudge – the irresistible, chocolatey aroma that wafts over the streets, and the soft crinkle of the white parchment paper it’s wrapped in. You could say that they’ve managed to condense the feeling of vacation into a piece of gooey chocolate.
It’s magic, and you can have some of that magic mailed to you straight from Saginaw, Michigan, a bigger city only about 200 miles south of Mackinac Island. Wait… Saginaw? 200 miles?
It’s the thought that counts, I guess. I give Mackinac Island Fudge Company’s fudge five stars!