Yesterday I bought the fixings to make Grammie's chocolate and peanut butter fudge. My intention was to do our traditional baking before we had company over that evening. But, time got away from me. No problem, figured we would do it today instead (and when I am done with this post, Willow and I are going to make the peanut butter fudge).
Thing about traditions...something that I have learned the hard way...is that they sometimes need to be flexible. Sometimes you cannot have it the same way you had the the year before and the year before that. Sometimes, you find that if you are flexible...the tradition takes on more meaning.
So I found myself last night making Grammie's fudge with someone else's child. The other kids were playing a video game or otherwise engaged, and she asked if I had any crafts to do. (I just recently did a purge of that stuff...so, no...) She also likes cooking and in fact, her mom had brought brownies to make...but she said she really wanted to learn how to make fudge! She was so enthusiastic...I couldn't say no!
Was it how I usually do it with my kids, Christmas music playing and all? No. But it was special and fun and I got to share my Grandmother with another...and I could not but think that my Grammie would have loved that I shared this with this little girl.
Besides, my daughter came in at the end...and they licked the pan.
All the kids loved the fudge...there is very little left. (And the girl was not done there--she and her mom made the gluten free brownies too...oh yeah, we sugared up kids from 15 - 5 at 8 p.m.!!)
Which means...another batch will be made (with nuts this time!)
Yea for traditions and family and friends and fun!
Thank you, Grammie for the memories that keep on coming!
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