But today is still special. It's the day that for years we celebrated with matinees, lunches out, shaving cream fights at the bus stop — and a peculiar ritual: watching "The Music Man" and making fudge.
The tradition started more than a decade ago, when we popped in a video of this musical to watch in the evening after an afternoon at the pool. There's a scene where Marian and her mother make fudge. And so we started making fudge, too. It's a delicious summer pastime anyway, fudge being the most boardwalk of candies. But even if it wasn't, we're conditioned now: Hum the first few bars of "76 Trombones" or "Till There Was You" and we'll start to salivate.
So tonight, Celia and Claire will gather at the house and we will measure out the sugar and the cocoa powder and the milk. We'll set the pan on the stove and tend it till it bubbles and boils. We'll test it (often) and finally take it off the flame, beat it to glossiness and pour it onto a plate. If it all works according to plan we will be on a sugar high before it's dark.
School's out for summer! Who needs champagne?