Growing up each winter we made our way out west to Butte, Montana from Toledo, Ohio. My two sisters and I loved this tradition. We’d spend a week with my dad’s side of the family—cool aunts and uncles, spunky younger cousins and strong-willed Irish grandparents. Montana meant lots of laughter and adventure in the form of 4-wheeling, down-hill skiing and hotel hot tubbing.
It also meant cookies, divinity fudge and heaps of homemade treats of all types that my aunt Peggy and grandma Eileen had made in preparation of our visit.Read More