“Bah humbug” was Grandma’s take on Christmas. Every December we would receive a letter with that declaration, however those letters would also have a companion. A simple tin filled with individually wrapped pieces of homemade fudge. A fudge that was smooth and tasty, and has forever left me unsatisfied with any that I’ve purchased.
Years back I found a typed 3×5 card with Grandma’s fudge recipe on it. “Oh, the joy!” I thought. “Now I can make Grandma’s fudge for myself.” But the cooking Gods deemed me undeserving and I was never able to successfully recreate Grandma’s fudge.
Years passed, and Diane and I tried to create our own culinary gift traditions. Peppermint bark, rum balls, and other holiday sweets. But nothing ever stuck. We would fall back to the ordinary, mundane, and commercial habits of searching for gifts the recipients may not really want, or going even more generic with the gift of gift-cards or cash.
However this year, change is wafting over the land and we are starting to perceive many things around us differently. All but one of Diane’s siblings wanted no part of gift giving. “Just gifts for the young ones and the one sibling who wants to give everyone else a gift. Nothing for me thanks.” We no longer felt the urge to get something for everyone from our trash guy, to the mailman, to the neighbors’ kids, or even for our friends.
It isn’t that we aren’t grateful for all of the ways these people enrich our lives, but all of this intent on showing gratitude on one day has the feeling of going on a diet. It helps appease the short term guilt, but it really does nothing for life in the long term. We feel we should always we aware of being compassionate and giving, not just during the holiday season. Plus, the aroma of commercialism taints the beauty of giving this time of year.
Gradually, Grandma’s “Bah humbugs” began to make more sense. She was a kind and considerate soul, and there was always a bit of a glimmer in her eyes when she would voice her disregard of the Christmas holiday. However, there was also a seriousness behind her statements. She wanted to distance herself from the commercialism and “obligations” to be nice and giving during the “Holiday Season.” By “bah humbugging” she was freeing her friends and family from the obligation of getting her anything as well as letting those around her know that she wouldn’t be participating in any needless gratuity.
Maybe it is because we have come to this full realization, or maybe we have just progressed as cooks, but when we attempted Grandma’s fudge recipe on Christmas day this year, the first attempt was good, and the second was prefect. We nailed the “Bah Humbug Fudge.” As soon as I tasted the second batch, a spark ignited within me and I knew that Grandma’s tradition of only giving fudge for Christmas was reborn. Nothing monetary based shall be dished out again, we are now in the “Bah Humbug Club.”
We have no wants other than friendship and love, and that will also be the only thing we will be giving. Love in the form of fudge. Bah humbug, everyone.
Total Time: 1 hour 30 minutes
Grandma's fudge was always one of the best fudges I'd ever tasted. After many failed attempts over the years, I've finally deciphered Grandma's bare-bones written recipe. This fudge recipe comes out smooth, not overly sweet, and luscious. It was her offering in lieu of presents during the holiday season, a tradition which is now being reborn with us. I've written out the instructions the same as Grandma had, then in italics have given a more detailed breakdown. A little twist we always do is to soak the dried fruit in a favorite spirit - dark rum, Kahlua, brandy, bourbon... We'll begin soaking before starting to cook the fudge, then drain it just before stirring in. Enjoy.
You can read more about Grandma, and her influence on me here.