Some lifelong friends of ours moved into our neighborhood a couple of months ago. I was out on a glorious winter walk this afternoon and stopped in to see their Christmas tree… and besides… I hadn’t seen their home since they got settled in. There they were, cozy as you please, little grandchildren scurrying about. They had yummy hot cranberry tea at the ready and offered me a cup of the wonderful hot drink. A really special holiday moment.
My friend told me he had been making peanut brittle this month. Gary is nuts for peanut brittle, so he’s going to be thrilled when he gets home this evening to find this treat! I asked our friend if he’s always made brittle. I didn’t remember ever knowing of it if he did. No… this is his first year. His grand inspiration? He has a very fond childhood memory of his grandfather always making peanut brittle, and now that he has his own group of grandchildren he’s wanting to carry the tradition forward.
I love it. I just love it. A gift from a grandfather to his grandchildren that is more precious than anything money could buy. Let’s all make treasured memories as often as we can!