Thursday, December 10, 1914: <no entry>
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Many readers of A Hundred Years Ago are participating in Grandma’s Bake-a-thon, and are sharing a family recipe story that is special to them. This Bake-a-thon is being held to give Grandma a wonderful send-off to live the rest of her life after the diary ends. On several days when Grandma didn’t write anything, I plan to reblog some of those stories.
Today, I’m featuring a post by Lillian at Lillian’s Cupboard. She directed me to a wonderful post she wrote about Christmas Fudge.
During the rationing of World War II, we children craved sugar
As we watched Mother sprinkle carefully measured spoonsful over our oatmeal.
We wanted more sweetness in our hot chocolate, in our pudding;
We longed for a bottomless sugar bowl.
But in the fall Mother stood in long lines that coiled around the city tenements
To get an extra bag of sugar allotted for canning and preserving.
She squirreled this away until Christmas
When it was transformed into the most glorious pecan studded fudge,
Sweet enough to make up for a whole year of rationing.
“Christmas Fudge”, by Lillian – 1997
My mother was famous in our family for her homemade fudge, made without benefit of a candy thermometer and cooked and beaten until it was perfect. Then, it was placed in a special rose-bedecked tin to be brought out on Christmas Eve, opened and squares of never-to-be-forgotten goodness placed…
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2 thoughts on “Christmas Fudge”
I wonder if she wrote down the recipe?
I’m glad you liked them. I liked them, too.