When I was a child, little teasing bits of my mom's holiday toffee would show up in my normally sugar-starved lunch bag during the last week before school let out. Then, during our annual Christmas Eve tamale party, huge plates of the stuff would appear, shards of toffee piled high like poker chips.
Years later, when I brought the sweet-toothed man who would eventually become my husband to his first tamale party, I am certain it was the tower of toffee that sealed the deal. More
























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