What I remember most about holidays as a kid is the fudge and cookies that my parents would make (what do you expect from a sweet tooth?!) My dad’s fudge is an adaptation of the one his father made in his candy/ice cream store when he was a kid and honestly it is second to none. My mom would bake cookies for days – and I’m not talking 3 or 4 kinds of cookies, but somewhere in the neighborhood of 10+! After they were done, each would be put in a tin, labeled, and stored either in the freezer, garage, or cabinet waiting to be built into a small plate (for neighbors or a party) or a large tray for the family get together. And the cookies & fudge didn’t just come out after Christmas dinner – oh no, they were to be enjoyed throughout the day. I don’t consider myself much of a baker (I can do it, I’d just rather cook) but I did carry on the fudge tradition for a while, pretty much until the twins were born. Three years later I think it’s time to start it up again, especially since everyone will be in town!