Sometimes we are blessed with the love and guidance of parents
and, if we’re lucky, we are blessed to have a close relationship with our grandparents
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My Granny was the “go to” person when my parents “didn’t (or wouldn’t?) understand”.
She was my “home away from home” on summer holidays,
the purveyor of vintage ornaments at Christmas,
the first one in our family to have a Color Television with more than 3 channels,
my fashion and make-up advisor,
and she felt like my big sister and best friend.
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I have cherished memories of visiting her in Lethbridge,
skating on Henderson Lake,
walking through the Japanese Garden (to the end and back again because you can see things from a new perspective that way),
and running to find her at the Eaton’s Hosiery counter, then bolting up the escalator to spend our allowance on a Malted Milk.
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Her home was always filled with baking,
there was no fear of butter back then or calorie counting
and Gran never gained a pound.
It must have been from the stamina she acquired after all that hard, physical labour required to live on the
Southern Alberta Prairie through the Great Depression
or perhaps it was just all that fantastic energy she exuded when chatting up her friends?
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Gran’s shiny laminate kitchen counter would be dusted with flour as she taught us how to make her famous cinnamon buns,
Apples were snapped from the tree in her backyard and melted into applesauce before our eyes.
Chicken was fried with a Milk Gravy and her Veggie Delight was covered in the sweetest of fluffy biscuits.
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At Christmas, she’d ride the Greyhound “Milk Run” to Calgary or Edmonton, depending on the year
and across the miles she would come with smiles, hugs, popcorn balls, and fudge..
“Fantasy Fudge”
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{ There are always requests when I volunteer.. and one of my gals loves chocolate.. so, of course, Gran’s Fantasy Fudge came to mind straight away.
Another requested Shortbread.. “anything soft with lots of butter…” }
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I knew Gran would have the perfect recipe, so I poured myself a cup of tea and began to flip through her recipe boxes..
I was surprised to find cards in my own childish printing that I had given her all those years ago..
and stacks and stacks of cards, worn soft from her capable hands..
“For Harriet”
they wrote
“From the Kitchen of”…
Sis, Edith, Cathy, Dorothea, Doreen, Arley, Alice, Gladys, Ruth, Joan, Ilene and Millie,
June
(my mother)
and
“Mother”
(this one was also unexpected.. conjuring up thoughts of a very young Harriet, first learning to cook)
I found them out of order.. so for an hour I thumbed and sorted
and in those looping circles and sharp peaks of her slanted handwriting
I found her
♥
love
advice
and laughter,
her strong, cheerful voice on the phone and
her stories rode like sled tracks swirling over frozen prairie winter landscapes…
how she and her friends had to sit on the women’s side of the bar and how her husband, Tim, could hear her laughter clear to the other side
the day we found her brother’s name, “Clint” and the word “loves”, chalked saucily on a rotting timber slat roof, just above where their beds once lay side by side
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My phone rang one day, about 15 years ago and the familiar old voice on the other end asked for Gladys. Well, with soaring joy in my heart, we chatted for a long while, you see… I was sure it was my Gran…
For a moment there, it seemed it was.. but then she was gone..and the voice on the phone apologized for what must have been a wrong number…
and I felt the loss of my Gran
all over again
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I found not one, but four “Fudge” recipes in her box and not one was called “Fantasy Fudge”. I took a shot and picked the most likely recipe.
Well, that first batch of Gran’s “Fudge” didn’t turn out quite right
and I had to rely on the internet to sort out the correct recipe.
You see, she’d told me years ago it was from the back of those jars of marshmallow fluff.
I am certain that she was looking down from heaven the whole time, laughing that she’d forgotten to write down the butter on that first card.
- 3 cups sugar
- 3/4 cup margarine
- 2/3 cup evaporated milk
- 1 12-oz. (340 g) package semi-sweet chocolate chips
- 1 7-oz. (198 g) jar Kraft Marshmallow creme
- 1 cup chopped nuts
- 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
- Mix sugar, margarine & milk. Bring to a boil, stir constantly.
- Boil 5 minutes over medium heat.
- Remove, stir in chocolate pieces until melted. Add marshmallow creme, nuts and vanilla.
- Pour into a 13×9 pan (I used a 9?x9? pan for thicker squares)
- Cool, cut in squares
- Makes 3 lbs.
- (adapted from the original Kraft Recipe)
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Her second recipe went without a hitch.. an Icebox Scotch Shortbread that could be made ahead, sliced, poked with a fork and baked as needed. I did need to shorten the baking time, today’s ovens are much hotter it seems.
Isn’t the simplicity of the recipes in those days wonderful?
- 1/2 lb butter
- 1/2 cup confectioners sugar
- 2 cups flour
- 1/4 tsp salt
- 1/4 tsp baking powder
- Preheat the oven to 350° F.
- Cream the butter, then gradually add sugar, beating well.
- Mix the flour, salt and baking powder together and add to first mixture.
- Combine thoroughly. Roll out the dough until 1 ” thick. (at this point they can be refrigerated until needed)
- Cut into cookies by slicing 1/4-1/2? thick.
- Put on ungreased cookie sheets. Prick each cookie with fork and bake for 10-15 minutes or until lightly browned around the edges.
Wonderful memories , Smidge…you were blessed…I never had grandparents…but I’m hoping I can be the kind of Grandmother to my two little boys that you describe…xomeryl
I am certain you will.. just from reading and enjoying your blog, meryl!!
What lovely grandmother memorise my friend – get fudge and astonishingly beautiful shortbread are definitely keepers 🙂
Very sweet post in more ways than one!
Cheers
Choc Chip Uru
She was definitely a sweety.. much like you:)
So touching, these meaningful memories of your gran.
Thank you:)
What a wonderful woman your Gran was. Such a beautiful, touching story, Smidge.
Hi, Carolyn! Thanks for your words.. I’m off to visit you blog to catch up as well:)
Here we are again admiring your beauty in words, baking, photos and layout. What a fantastic beautiful tribune to your grandma – I wish I could … but I can’t – too much hurt and pain connected to my grandma, but I don’t really blame her as such – she didn’t know any better, because that was the way she was treated as a child.
Love Scottish shortbreads – they melt on the tongue – the fudge, even if I like sweet things … a bit too much for me, but a stack of shortbreads with a pink ribbon around will make my day. Beautiful
It was a gift.. and your forgiveness is a greater gift, both for your grandma but mostly for yourself I think? We all do the best we can with what we’re given, I think our parents/grandparents lived in a harsher time. Thanks so much, viveka.. xx
Barbara, life is too short and – also I can’t walk around whole my adult life blaming my childhood – have to take responsible for that myself and to be able to do that, I have to forgive. It was good for me.
Yes, they did .. and she was probably treated the same as a child, but neither my mum or my aunt was abused. Maybe it was her age.
Can’t do the fudge but down with the cookies. And Grandma/Nana’s rock!
The fudge was indeed dangerously good.. I think Grans rock too:D
A fantasy made real and irresistible!
So it was.. a fantastic fantasy of chocolate;)
I just got back from visiting my grandmother and that shortbread is calling to me, smidge! So beautiful.
Well.. that’s a cool coincidence.. how is your gran??
She is good, thank you :). I don’t get to see her that often (she lives in Russia), but we spent a few days together when I was there last week so, it was nice to talk and eat and spend time.
Lovely memory you have Smidge, thanks for sharing. Love the recipes too.
I’ve thought I should begin to write a few down.. before I completely forget;)
I know exactly where you are coming from…sadly 😉
I love fudge. What a wonderful grandma you had. It’s so sad that our grandparents are old by the time we meet them. They are the most wonderful people and clearly you had a great relationship with your grandmother. I love how she kept hand-written recipe cards. Our generation will have nothing as precious as that – everything we have is on the computer and no where else! I love the look of the fudge too – I used to make fudge when I was a little girl from some old hand-me-down recipe. It was one of the first things I learned to cook and I loved it because it was so sweet xx
I always wonder about this.. what if WordPress stops running.. I’ve got to make sure I print off the recipes for a binder.. But the stories here, wouldn’t that be a loss? Not that that would ever happen? I guess we could find another server and transfer our work there to keep it going:D
Just beautiful… I have some memories of my grandma related to cooking. She was the one who showed me how to dice an onion back when I was about 8 years old, and even though she obviously had no training in cooking schools, she did it exactly like a chef would do (I only realized that many years later)
Fudge was something quite present in Phil’s family while he was growing up in Michigan – his Grandma made a spectacular fudge and now I wonder if I could be able to make your recipe and surprise him.
loved the photos, loved your tribute to your sweet Grandma
I can absolutely picture you next to her with your tiny hands learning to chop.. and years later they are a scientists hands:) If you do make this fudge, I hope he likes it as much as we did! xx
What a lovely tribute to your grandmother, Smidge.
Thanks so much, Sharyn.
Such a wonderful post, Barb, and tribute to your Grandmother. She sounds like the quintessential grandmother, always knowing what to say and with cookies on hand when the situation warranted. I’m so glad for you that you have her recipe boxes. Yes, the recipes are good to have but it’s the memories that come with them that are priceless. I know. I’ve some of Mom’s recipe notebooks. 🙂
I suppose that’s why I often turn to something sweet when I have a mini crisis:D She was awesome.. as were my other grandparents as well… I just didn’t have the time to get to know them as well as Gran. Your Mom’s notebooks would be wonderful to look through.. all handwritten.. did she draw diagrams as well?? And little notes??
Regrettably, all I’ve got are some notebooks. Although there are a few complete recipes in her own handwriting, many are just a few scribbles, some without titles. Others are notes from watching a televised chef/cook prepare something. On the plus side, I have a cookbook she made for me just after I moved here, to Chicago. Though not handwritten, it is unmistakably her “work” and I cherish it. It’s what prompted me to start my blog. I wanted to make sure everyone has access to that book, in one way or another.
Ahhh, that cookbook would be so precious.. and I think it’s time you made your own cookbook for the rest of us!
Lovely memories… Not much for fudge but the shortbread sounds like something I’d try!
It was a lovely shortbread, I’d make it again for sure.. Thanks so much!
Wonderful, wonderful post – a joy to read! Lovely Grandma’s recipes and even lovelier results! <3
Thanks so much, Sibella!!
Scrummy! Fudge and shortbread would have to be two of my absolute favourite sweet treats. These look lovely.
I adore that word!! “Scrummy” is just what her recipes conjure in my memories!
Her recipes are surely a lovely way for her to live on with you every time you bake from them.
I couldn’t ask for a better way to start my morning Smidge. Gran sounds like a wonderful gal with lots of ideas and recipes 🙂 This is wonderful! Not to mention the fudge and shortbread cookie recipes. Two favorites around here. I am just crazy about the pictures too. Reading about the memories, and seeing the photos put me in such a great frame of mind to handle whatever comes my way this week. I love this. You are so blessed, yes, but so gifted too! Hugs!
I hope you have just the best week ever, Sarah!! Filled with lots of your wonderful recipes to share with us:D xx oo Barb
Well, you’ve made me cry this morning, Barb, but it’s okay. They are happy tears. I relate to absolutely every word of your post. I had two grandmothers, both very different, but both absolutely so special in their individual ways. Both lived long lives, and I was fortunate to have their companionship until ten years ago. Isn’t that abolutely amazing? And I think the reason I love being a grandmother so much myself is that their presence is always with me, and I remember. I’m going to make the recipes you’ve shared in this post, as tribute to your grandmother and mine. oxo
Well.. until 10 years ago is absolutely fantastic!! I plan to live well into my 80’s so I hope my grandchildren know me well.. and my Gran’s baking:D I think we are both so fortunate to have wonderful Grandparents.. they set a lovely example for us! xx I hope you enjoy these recipes as we did!
oh Smidge…what an enchanting post!! I can’t imagine getting a word of disagreement on this – if a granny template could be made, your Granny Harriet would be a finalist! There is such a richness here Barb, in your words and all the love and memory behind them – such character, heart, warmth, fun, light and goodness. I’m so touched by your memories that I think I might have to stop typing now…go back and read and savor again, and imagine what it was like being You, having & loving a granny like yours. I think Harriet is very much alive in Smidge…I’m sure of it…
(ps…these buttery little shortbreads are just beautiful. So simple and the very perfect bite of sweetness.) xxoo
spree.. as always, thank you for saying the perfect thing.. Harriet is indeed very much alive in me still. I’m certain you’re as lovely as my Gran was.. I can’t wait for my own turn!! luv, smidge
Wonderful post. Thanks for sharing!
Thanks:D
Thank you for such a lovely post. Hearing about your Granny brings back many wonderful memories of my maternal grandmother. I kind of hope that my boys will think of my Mom that way when they get older. She is a very doting “Nonna.”. How wonderful for you to have access to so many of her recipes. Don’t you just love looking at their handwriting and any small notations on recipes that they may have made? Thank you for sharing a little bit of your Gran with us today. 🙂
Hey Smidge – you are the second person today making me think of my nana who was my best friend and teacher of all things important – until she passed away about 12 years ago. I’m lucky that my daughter had the forethought, when she was about 14, to get nana to tell her all her family recipes so we could have them. I love your recipes so much I’m going to pin them!
I had a lovely Granny too – shame she’d never let anyone take her photograph.
Oh, Barbara! You made me think about my Gran. Thanks for such a beautiful post and wonderful recipes. 🙂
Smidge what beautiful perfect happy memories – it’s like a great big warm hug! LOVELY!
🙂 Mandy xo
Wonderful memories. Lovely recipes.
Lucky Smidge, to have these wonderful memories and recipes to go with. She sounds a grand lady.
Are you saying you.can roll the dough into a log and then cut as needed? Loved your gran stories.
Absolutely.. I think the dough could be kept, refrigerated and tightly wrapped in plastic wrap for up to a week. Slice and bake away:D xx
Beautiful memories.
Did the fudge taste like Grans after? I would love to make some.
It did.. it was just as I remembered.. but with it being the recipe on the back of the Marshmallow Creme Jar I don’t think I could go wrong:D So technically.. this wasn’t her recipe but her instructions, lol!
this was such a sweet posting… i can sense how close you were to your grandma and how much you love her! and her memories will continue to live on as you share these wonderful recipes of her’s.
that fudge looks sooooooooooooooo GOOOOOD!
It was wonderful.. I left most of it at work and saved some in the freezer for next week for my friend. Otherwise.. I would eat it all, lol!
Both the fudge and the shortbread look wonderful, as is this post! I loved reading it and hearing about your memories of your Gran made me smile 🙂 There’s nothing like family recipes, hey?
They’re the best.. although I’m not sure I’ll ever get through making all of them:)
Most weeeks there come moments when the ‘sensible’ part of me ticks off the one on blogs etc to admonish and tell how much in my ‘real’ life there is as yet to do that day! Supposedly wrong priorities? Then one reads a totally heartfelt and wonderfully warm story like yours and knows exactly why one may be ‘talking’ to people around the world and gaining so much from the experience 🙂 ! Thank you so much for a part of your story. I was not to be in close touch with either of my grandmothers, but three incredible sisters [out of eight!] of my Mom’s were to compensate with love, kisses and always understanding! Oh, the photo styles are kind’of reminiscent 🙂 !
Wow.. I could only wish for so many sisters! Although I had one best friend who felt like a sister, like me, she only had brothers. I’m glad you enjoyed my writing today.. it brought a few tears for me, but that’s part of the experience:) xx
What a beautiful post. I especially think its pertinent how my grans could, like yours, eat what they wanted. There is a lot to be said for our computer and kitchenaid lifestyles I think. I also like how she wrote ‘from the kitchen of’ the way that we reference each others blogs.
I think you’re right, I have another friend who said you keep in shape by using the hand on spoon method.. instead of the Kitchenaid mixer:) But I don’t think I’d be giving up my mixer any time soon! Yes.. those cards have always given credit to the author.. just like us!
Very nice memories, I have to some nice memories with my grandparents.
BTW that fudge looks amazing!
It’s important to have great memories! Yes.. it was delicious:D
Your Gran sounds like an amazing person! Thoroughly enjoyed reading this post…and she has handed down some real gems in the form of the fudge and shortbread! Here’s to celebrating her memories. Yum yum.
Thanks.. even if I don’t try all of them, it’s precious having a glimpse into her life. xx
Grandma’s are like little treasure boxes always full of delicious surprises. What a lovely tribute. Her shortbreads and fudge look irresistible.
I hope to be a treasure box for my grandchildren one day!! I haven’t got any yet.. and better not have any in the next few years.. just sayin’:D
Currently I also do not have any grandkids and like you I better not have any for quite some time! Oh the stress of having teenagers! Take Care, BAM
Oh Smidge, that is such a beautiful story! You have been very blessed to have your Granny around… I didn’t and reading your post has made me realise how much I have missed out on, even if it was just the thought of her looking down at me as I was trying one of her old, not quite right recipes. And your version of the fudge looks so delish! Blessings!
Thanks, Martyna, I was a lucky one.. and lucky she was so kind and loving. I bet you have a wonderful mother who took that spot in your heart? xx
What wonderful memories of your gran Smidge. My heart just soared as I was reading this. I recently got a box of old letters that I had sent to my grandma when I was a child. She had saved them all. I have not gone through them yet, I’ve been afraid of the sadness, but I think your post has given me that nudge I needed. Thank you. 🙂
wonderful post and memories dear Barbara… as always you fascinated me. Thanks and Love, nia
Your post always put a smile on my face. I absolutely love the fudge. It’s perfect for any day, even the holiday. And that shortbread, yup my mouth is watering just looking at it lol.
So lovely. I sat savoring both your story of your wonderful grandmother and remembering, similarly, my own Granny. Thank you!
What a beautiful post! I miss my grans so much reading your post. Be blessed today 🙂
Such lovely memories, a beautiful tribute 🙂
Oh my gosh….my mom and I would make this exact fudge every Christmas when I was younger! 🙂
Beautiful story and delicious looking fudge and shortbread! I really miss my grandmother, it’s been a couple of years since she passed. A beautiflul post, thank you for sharing.
I’m glad this brought you wonderful memories! xx
I miss my grandmas. The fudge and cookies make good Christmas presents 🙂
I loved the stories of your gran and that shot of her.. wow, I do hope you inherited her eyebrows! lovely fudge by the way, now i am popping back up to look at the shortbread.. c
I don’t think I did.. although she did show me how to use mascara for the first time, lol!
awesome gran! mine would have slapped me on the bottom, if she found out i had used mascara! c
Haha.. now that’s a story I’d like to read:D
What wonderful memories and I loved hearing about your grandma! I too had an amazing relationship with my grandma, and now I can be thankful that our son has the same relationship with my mom.
Isn’t it wonderful that we can make their recipes and be reminded? I especially love that you have her recipes written in her handwriting. I cherish the ones I have and it always gives my heart a little knot when I look at them.
Lovely tribute! ~ April
I meant to scan one of her cards.. I will probably still do that.. I’m hoping to be an awesome gran too.. much later on in life, though, lol!
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How wonderful! I love the parts where you described her life so clearly for us. II had a gran named Gladys who made applesauce each fall, and she wasn’t afraid of cream. She’d pour it over bitter sweet chocolate pudding she had made in a pot over the stove. I’m so glad you have her recipe box. I have a few handwritten cards mine gave to me with her old German recipes, like red cabbage (that I have never made). You have inspired me to consider doing so.
What a beautiful story. The shortbread looks exactly like my mothers – and now, mine. We use berry sugar, though. Did you get your grandmother’s cookie cutter? No one has that one any more. I cherish mine!
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XO
Valerie
I just left a comment and hope you got it – there wasn’t any message – it just disappeared.
🙂
V
Ah – ok – what I said was that your grandmother’s shortbread looks just like my mothers – but we use berry sugar! Did she pass that cookie cutter down to you? I sure cherish mine! 🙂 V XOXO
Thanks, Valerie! I did get your message.. I just have an “approve” comments setting on my blog:D This isn’t my gran’s cookie cutter.. now that would definitely be a very cool heirloom to have! Thanks for stopping in!
What a wonderful post Barbara. I’ll bet your grandmother would have loved reading all those lovely things about her. Grandparents are incredibly special things and I know I am so, so very lucky to still have 2 grandma’s with me.
Ho Smidge! So much tenderness on this page! I cannot say anymore. I must read again. Thank you. You live with such beautiful memories.
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I’m sure your gran is definitely smiling down on you and so happy that you are carrying on her cooking traditions and sharing them with others.
Thank you so much for sharing those sweet memories Barabara..you reminded me of my granny 🙂
I am sure your gran was similing down, proud of her talented grand daughter
Grandmothers are the best! It’s so nice to have something that makes you feel so close to her again. Very lovely, Smidge!
WONDERFUL & Sweeet. I l love your granmother’s photo!
I will def. try the Harriet’s Fantasy Fudge! Thank you.
Something so lovely about our Grannies 🙂
Smidge, this is probably one of my favorite of your posts ever — the purity of it, the sweetness, the tenderness — and these recipes look right up my alley. What a dear relationship you had with your Gran. Thanks so much for sharing it with us.
What a lovely tribute to a well loved grandmother. You do her proud!
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