Not So Sweet

A hundred pounds ago, my house morphed Willy Wonka’s Candy Factory during this time of year. I made pounds of chocolate and peanut butter buckeyes, fudge, caramels, turtles, pecan balls, magic chocolate bars – you name it, I made it. My family requested and eagerly awaited their favorite confections.

I don’t do it anymore. I admit I experienced a brief moment when I thought about making buckeyes. I planned to pack a tin of them up and ship them to my stepdad. Those are his favorite, but he had a heart attack this fall, and I figured that would not be the best gift given the circumstances.