Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts

The Circle of Life, With Fudge

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My daughter learned how to make my late mother's fudge. I just polished off 4 pieces. The circle of life [of fudge] has been completed. I thought I would share the recipe with you all, because, well, nothing beats perfect timing like a fudge recipe after Christmas.

Becky's Mom's "Award-Winning* " Fudge Recipe

4 C Sugar
1 C Milk
1 tsp Vanilla
1 C Butter
1-6 1/4 bag mini marshmallows
EXACTLY
   13 oz semi-sweet chocolate chips
   13 oz milk chocolate chocolate chips
2 oz Bakers unsweetened chocolate
1 C chopped nuts (optional)

Mix sugar, milk, vanilla and butter in saucepan. Bring to a boil for exactly 2 minutes. Turn off heat. Add marshmallows. Stir or beat until completely melted. Add chocolates, one at a time until melted (can use electric mixer). Spread into buttered 12x10x1 pan, or use several smaller pans, and chill.


  * it didn't technically win any awards, but it's different than any fudge you've ever tasted. Everyone says it. For real.





The Time I Caused Stress.. With Socks

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I bought my husband socks for Christmas.  Yes, I know, I am a giver like that.  I was pretty proud of myself, since I splurged and got him actual Nike brand socks.  He's usually happy with any kind of socks, as long as they fit (he has a size 14 foot!).  It gave me a little thrill to think that he, who can never find socks that fit well, would enjoy the name-brand socks (with built-in extra support, even!).

from Nike.com
Christmas morning, he opens his gift.  He sees the socks.  I watch his face to see the gratefulness I expect for the NAME BRAND socks.  To my dismay, he says thank you, but not in a way that seemed impressed.  "Huh," I thought.  I reminded him that they were NIKE socks.  He was less than impressed.  I assumed he didn't realize the greatness of NIKE socks!

The next day, we were sitting on our bed, and I said "Aren't you going to wear your new socks?" He looked at me and said "You DO realize, don't you, that these have RIGHT and LEFT on them?" I said "Yeah, that's kind of cool."  He just rolled his eyes.

I started giggling as I realized that I had just cause my dear sweet husband extra stress when he said, "Now I have to worry about what freakin' foot I put my socks on! Oh, thanks Nike, for deciding that my life isn't complicated enough, that I had to make sure my SOCKS are on the right foot! Can't you imagine me going through my day with the left on the right foot?  Heavens no!  Or what about two left socks?! My OCD would drive me insane."

I couldn't stop laughing, as he informed me that generic socks would be ok in the future.

So much for name-brand socks! 

Merry Christmas To All

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The stockings are hung, the presents are wrapped, milk and cookies are out for Santa.  Yes, we still have one who believes, and probably always will.  
Merry Christmas to you all, and thank you for reading.  



My Own, Personal, Jesus Santa !

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Santa and all of the kids, Christmas 2014



I have always loved Santa.  For the last ten years, this has a double meaning for me. You see, Santa, at least in our family, is my husband.  He has been playing Santa at my mother-in-law's Christmas every year.  He is a natural, as he, ahem, fits perfectly into the suit! ;)  He is also very jolly, and is awesome with the kids.  He also happens to be my favorite husband. ;)

What's fun for us is that as the kids are getting older, one by one, they are "figuring it out." All of our teens have, but they love to surprise the littler ones.  This year, the little girl in front (with the Santa hat and blue shirt) came up to me and said "I know the secret!" Of course, I asked her what it would be, and she said "I know who is dressed like Santa." She's almost 10, so I said to her "Well, now you know the grown-up's secret. What's fun is NOT to tell the other little kids. It makes us grown-ups happy to surprise the little kids. Now, you're like a grown-up." She just smiled, and ran away.  I didn't confirm or deny her suspicions, as I remember how devastated I was at about her age, when my whole class knew the "secret," and spoiled it for me.

What are your family holiday traditions?  Does anyone in your family dress as Santa?  Please share.


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