Every holiday season my mom's side of the family tree would get together at somebody's house up in Michigan in a week or two before Christmas and make what they called million dollar fudge from scratch, along with cookies and all sorts of candy and treats. I couldn't tell you what the ingredients were, but man, that was good stuff. I was just a kid then (70 now), and was more interested in the consumption side rather than the production side, but everybody had a really good time singing Christmas carols and such.
Now see, those are great memories aren't they? And it wasn't all about the goodies, but the fun time spent together...…..well ok, being a kid it was more about the goodies.
I always loved when my Mom made her fudge cause I'd get all the tests. After cooking the fudge for a time, she'd always put some in a cup of cold water to test how well it set up or not and if she needed to cook it longer or if it was ready. She never used a thermometer.
Then of course was the nightmares with my Aunt every year....making divinity. She's always get stressed over the timing and having to pour the syrup into the egg whites. I will forever dislike divinity because of it.