Glazed Almonds always appear at our house at Christmas. My mom used to prepare these while my dad and sister and I sat around playing games or listening to Christmas music. She would scold us for stealing one or two (or three) as they cooled on the counter.
Now I'm the mother who scolds, mindful of the intended use of each and every bite, readjusting my plan to accomodate the gnawing bellies of my husband and children.
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