For Valentine's day, they sent me a package. (But it arrived today--but I don't really care, since getting sent gold in the mail is great whenever you get it, right? Right. Except I didn't get gold. It's just a bit better.)
They sent me these:
Well, not these precise pecan bars. I'm afraid to open the cupboard, now, as there's pretty much the equivalent of a Siren in there, so there aren't any pictures.
Pecan bars are like gold in my family. They aren't made very often, but when they are, there's a great deal of rejoicing, and there's an elaborate, unspoken, unwritten hierarchy as to how many each person gets. And then, if you want any of the extras, you'd better be a sprinter and boxer to get your hands on enough.
m.
I found these particular bars here. I'm sure they're good. But nowhere near as good as my grandmother's.
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