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Bonded By Tradition
Published on January 1, 2013 by Sara Foss

Over at the DG, I write about Christmas cookies, gifts and traditions.

Here's an excerpt:

"Because Christmas is a time of tradition, any change to my holiday routine tends to throw me for a loop.

For instance: As soon as I arrived at my parents’ house in Maine, I headed to the refrigerator to grab a handfull of buckeye balls, my favorite Christmas cookie. Buckeye balls are small, chocolate covered balls of peanut butter and sugar, and they are divine. I was actually considering making some this year, but one thing led to another, and I never quite got around to it. Which didn’t strike me as a huge problem, because my mother makes buckeye balls every year, and always gives me some to take home.

But this year, I couldn’t find the buckeye balls.

'Where are the buckeye balls?' I asked, after a search of the refrigerator proved fruitless.

'I decided not to make them this year,' my mother said.

'But they’re my favorite cookie!' I said.

'I warned her,' my father said, as if to imply that this exact conversation was something he had foretold.

'It’s fine,' I said. 'I don’t need buckeye balls. There are plenty of other cookies.'

When my sister Rebecca arrived, she, too, expressed shock at the lack of buckeye balls.

'No buckeye balls!' she gasped. 'Everyone knows that buckeye balls are your favorite cookie!'

'It is a widely known fact,' I agreed.

'Enough,' my mother said. 'I will make buckeye balls. But only half a batch.'

I insisted that this was unnecessary, but of course I was delighted. And when the buckeye balls finally made their appearance, I grabbed several and stuffed them in my mouth. Every time I ate one, it was a reminder of how much my mother loves me."

Click here to read the whole thing.

User Comments
Betty | January 01, 2013 20:50

Hi Sara!
I like them too! Yummy!

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