Cookies and caroling? They’ll always be classic. Some celebrants, though, have more unusual ways of honoring the spirit of the season.
No one in my family is quite sure where the Virginia peanuts came from, or why my grandmother started giving them to us; our family doesn’t have any ties to Virginia, nor do I ever remember her talking about them.
One year they were just there, tucked into gift bags at a family gathering outside Chicago, and then every year after. (I’ve come to learn the peanuts are known for their distinctive size, flavor and crunch, which can be attributed to the sandy soil where they grow.)
Christmas was my grandmother’s
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