Peanut Brittle reminds me of my Grampa. Mostly because, growing up, he was the only person I knew who ate the stuff. Every year someone in the family would remember to stick a little package Keep Reading
Peanut Brittle reminds me of my Grampa. Mostly because, growing up, he was the only person I knew who ate the stuff. Every year someone in the family would remember to stick a little package Keep Reading