Stirrer

Stirrer

Christmastime through the 1940s into the ‘50s my job was stirrer. Candy stirrer. Mama’s kitchen was alive with smells. Fudge. Toffee. Date roll. Pecan roll. Divinity. My job was stirrer. Gina and Walt probably helped later, but my growing up years the stirrer job was mine. Stirrer got to lick the spoon.. Stirring was hard work, stir until it stiffens and nevermind the elbow. But stirrer did not have to share the spoon.

Mama made candy sure as Christmas came round. And sweet tradition lives on. Christmastime these years, Tass makes peanut butter balls and Jeremy bakes bite-size mince pies and Christmas cake.   

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