It’s that time of year again. Can I just be honest and say I’m really glad Christmas is almost over? Come on, tell me you’re not with me on this. We do all this preparation for one day and it’s over like that. I love spending time with family and friends and I even love giving gifts to show that I care. I like going to Church and being reminded all over again that a relationship with Christ happens everyday – not just on Christmas. What I don’t like is the commercialism, and the drive to impress with dinners and decorations. If you know me at all, you know that I would love nothing more than to be snowed in in a cabin for the duration of the holiday madness.

This Christmas I tried to revive a wonderful holiday memory. About every other year, my family would spend Christmas with my great grandmother and great grandfather (or grand daddy as we called him) at their farmhouse in Arkansas. The drive was enough to make a small child go insane with anticipation, but once we got to that winding dirt road, I knew we were on the home stretch. All at once the hills opened up and we started our way down the lane to their house. All around were hills and pastures where cattle roamed. The house seemed to sit on the cusp of wilderness. It was a self-sustaining gem and an idyllic setting in the winter months.
When I was young, Christmas in Arkansas was just another time to receive presents and play with my cousins in the snow. Of course my great grandparents have since passed on and the house is no longer in the family. Looking back, I wish I would have been old enough to appreciate the relaxation and the beauty that was all around.
But I do have some fond and cozy memories of the place even at a young age. Specifically I remember my great grandmother’s peanut brittle. She always had it sitting out in a tin for everyone to enjoy. I didn’t like nuts at the time (I still don’t really) so I would eat around the peanuts. But I loved the taste, the sweetness, and how the candy just seemed to melt in your mouth.
So this year, I tried to relive those days and make peanut brittle. Unfortunately, it did not work out. But actually it tasted great. I just didn’t have a candy thermometer so it never hardened up. It just stayed kinda gooey. So I will provide you with the recipe in case any of you have any last minute baking to do and want to try your hand at peanut brittle.
The cookie that did work out this year was one I’ve done in the past, but with a little different twist. It’s a Nutella cookie with almond meal. I usually use flour but I had some almond meal left and I decided to use it. Almond meal is healthier than flour and it gives the cookies a more nutty taste. There is no need to add any sugar to this since the Nutella is already sweetened (unless you want to). Better yet, there are only a few ingredients, it’s simple to make, and takes no time at all.
My peanut brittle debacle is just one example of the fact that I’m human. I don’t have my life all put together and I don’t want anyone to think that because it’s not real. I make mistakes. I’m sure even my spunky great grandmother, who I once saw clean a fish, made mistakes. I’m just a girl trying to get back to simpler times – like Christmas in Arkansas. My advice would be to forget about perfection and focus on your family and friends; or if you are in an idyllic setting like I was, appreciate the beauty around you.
I will be taking a short break from my blog until after the new year so I hope you all have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Thank you all for your continued reading and support! See you next year!
Adele
Recipe | Almond Nutella Cookies with White Chocolate Chips
Ingredients:
1 cup Nutella
1 egg
1 tsp baking powder
2 cups almond meal (or 1 cup flour)
about 1 cup white chocolate chips (optional)
Directions:
Combine the Nutella, egg, and baking powder until creamy and mixed through. Next add your almond meal until it forms a dough. Mix in the white chocolate chips. Scoop out onto a spoon and drop onto a greased baking sheet. Bake at 350 for 8 minutes. Let cool and enjoy!
Recipe | Peanut Brittle by Norene Garms
You will need a heavy pan large enough to let the syrup boil freely and a heavy cookie sheet. My grandmother used a clean pair of gardening gloves to stretch the candy out on the cookie sheet while it is still hot so if you don’t use them be careful. If you use a spatula to spread the syrup out, butter it first or else the candy will stick to it. The candy needs to be spread out rather thin – if you leave it too thick, it won’t break very easily and will be hard to eat.
Grandmother used to make Divinity too. Most of the time it can out perfect but she definitely had failures with it sometimes. Grandpa said once in a while it wouldn’t harden up as it should but he and his brothers would eat it anyway. Instead of a firm little square of confection, it would ooze through their fingers but if it had plenty of pecans, they enjoyed it just the same.
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Yeah the peanut brittle tasted great! But I didn’t think other people would enjoy eating it because it was so gooey. Next time I’ll have a candy thermometer!
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Mmmm can’t wait to try these tomorrow!!!
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What a wonderful story of your youth. I love the idea of making a point to revive Christmas’ past. Some of my family traditions have made through to today but many have been forgotten. I think that I will start a new tradition this next Christmas, and revive a few of my own. Thanks for the post.
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Thanks Lisa! The farm in Arkansas was a wonderful memory I have of my childhood! I’m glad I could provide you with some inspiration!
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I remember the fish! There was the year you, Ellen, and I went down with Grandma and Grandpa for a week. We were right around 6, 7, and 8. Grandpa took us fishing, but you were the only one to catch anything. SO jealous.
I miss visiting the farm. Wish I’d been old enough to remember and explore more. I’d love to revisit that last Christmas I spent there, in 2001. We were given walkie-talkies, played all over the farm, and snitched peanut brittle from the bowl left in the laundry room. Funny how the adults “never realized” why we kept going in there. I suspect Grandmother put it there on purpose. =)
Thank you for the reminders of those days!
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You’re welcome Laura!
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