My mother and I made peanut brittle for our friend, Jane. She had me drive it over to her today. On the way, I stopped too suddenly at a red light and the box flew out of its seat. The brittle spilled all over the floor, so I stopped at a gas station to scoop it back in. I tried to make sure there was as little dirt and hair attached as possible. After I delivered it, her grandson and nephew began eating the peanut brittle happily as I watched and asked them what they wanted for Christmas. I couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty.
Merry Christmas and Happy belated-Hanukkah!