The Recipe, written out by my Grandma Dixie. 
Vintage Irish Coffee Glasses, a Christmas Tin, and an Assortment of Old Christmas Finger Puppets, to keep the wee one happy, and out from underfoot. Hey, whatever works!
Up to temperature, and the stirring has begun.
Once my arm is burning from all the stirring, into the buttered pan (my Grandma's, with all the scores along the bottom from years of fudge-cutting)
Scored, and setting up.
Sweet success! Crumbly when you bite in (oh, yes, I bit in!), but not gritty or overly sweet; just the taste of Christmases past.
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