She said they had some at the fire station, and she remembered how good the stuff can be.
I totally agree. Some years ago, friends sent me a tin of chocolate-covered peanut brittle. The stuff was incredible. But I don't think I've had any since then.
But this past Christmas, I was given a tin full of Judy's homemade cashew brittle. Holy smokes. Talk about addictive. I mean, it's so freakin' yummy I have to hide it from myself. It's crunchy with just a slight chew at the end, and the cashews are sweet and salty and fabulous. The Baron tried to dip his paws into my stash o' brittle, but I caught him and allowed him a single, solitary piece. Now every night I reward myself with a piece or two. Or three. I have to get the recipe.
(Editor's note: while writing this, I suddenly remembered one of the very first jokes I told my grandmother:
"Knock, knock!"
"Who's there?"
"Cashew."
"Cashew who?"
"Gesundheit!")
