When my sisters and I were growing up, the countdown to Christmas always began with my mom's peanut brittle. It was the first of many recipes that she made for the holidays, and, the minute we saw the bag of raw peanuts in the grocery bag, our anticipation of Santa's arrival began in earnest.
The recipe Mom uses for her peanut brittle has been handed down for generations of our family, and, by "our family", I mean the peanut company from whose bag she apparently lifted the recipe (my disappointment in gaining this little bit of knowledge is right up there with Queen B's horror upon learning that Grandma's "homemade" cheesy potato casserole starts with a box mix).
As an aside, I don't actually like peanut brittle. But, I sure do love the woman who has so faithfully made it for all these years.
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