For all the families that celebrate the Christmas Season, there are at least as many holiday traditions. “Over the hill and through the snow, to Grandmother’s house we go!” Others spend Christmas at home with their own children. Do you open gifts Christmas Eve evening , or Christmas morning? Do you go to church early or late on Christmas Eve? Do you have a big Christmas dinner, or are you Christmas goodies snackers? You get the idea. So many traditions!
Of course my family had special Christmas traditions. One of the most delicious tradition was the Christmas baking done by my Mom. For weeks before Christmas she would be busy baking all kinds of wonderful Christmas goodies. But we didn’t get to eat them; no, Mom would pack them all away in cookie tins and hide them down in the cool basement to await Christmas Eve. Of all Mom’s Christmas treats, her fudge was by far the favorite. Nobody made fudge like my Momma!
I don’t remember how old I was when it dawned on me that the hidden Christmas cookies were reachable before Christmas Eve. I began volunteering to take (or get) things from the basement for my mom. Each trip just happened to take me past the ping-pong table where the Christmas tins were stacked. Who would notice if I pilfor a tiny square of fudge from that great big tin? I thought I was really getting away with something! Years later it came out that Mom, Dad, and my siblings were all playing the same game with the Christmas goodies.
When I grew up and left home, Mom’s fudge recipe was the first one I asked of her. I dutifully followed her recipe every Christmas, and it became a favorite of my family as well. I didn’t bother to try to hide the fudge, saving it for Christmas Eve. Instead I made a double batch. One batch to snatch from, one saved for Christmas Eve.
As my children grew up and left home, Grandma’s fudge recipe was also requested by them. Fudge was incorporated into new family Christmas tradition. My youngest daughter’s new family traditions included Grandma’s fudge, and her mother-in-law’s spinach dip.
This year we are packing to move in a few weeks, so we didn’t do too much for Christmas. Many of our traditions were packed away ready for the move. However, missing fudge was not an option. But my cookbooks were packed away too. I would have to use a different recipe for the fudge. So, this Christmas Day afternoon, Hubby and I tackled the task of making a foreign batch of Christmas fudge. The pan of fudge is out on the deck, cooling off in our winter weather. Later we will sample it with another of our traditions – egg nog!
I’ll let you know how the fudge and ‘nog turned out