How I Found Christmas Again in Grandma Ruth’s Peanut Butter Balls

Good food is worth a thousand words—sometimes more. In My Family Recipe, writers share the stories of dishes that are meaningful to them and their loved ones.

No gift has ever, nor will ever, top the festive ribboned baggies of Grandma Ruth’s chocol…

Good food is worth a thousand words—sometimes more. In My Family Recipe, writers share the stories of dishes that are meaningful to them and their loved ones.


No gift has ever, nor will ever, top the festive ribboned baggies of Grandma Ruth’s chocolate-coated, date-filled peanut butter balls. One for every family member. This is a Christmas truism in my family, even now, nearly three years after her death. This is, I’m fairly certain, our only Christmas truism. Against all odds, it has held fast over many years of divorces, fallings-out, deaths. Through happy events too: marriages, babies, sugar and spice. Recipients have come and gone, but the value of the gift has remained constant.

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