One rainy day in winter she discovered her husband's love for the glossy, gooey, pliable candy that she had spread the best she could into a glass pie pan. His mom had made mostly cakes, not candy, so he could make no comparisons as to how it should have looked.
Not being a family that entertained, or for that matter doing hardly any socializing at all, the children didn't realize that what would soon become their favorite holiday candy didn't fit the norm. In fact, other light, dry white candy puffs of confection by the same name seemed to be an entirely different species and tasted nothing like their divinity.
There would be plenty of time later on to explain to the children why her candy was not quite as divine as what the other mothers made. For now she would show how she could be obediently flexible to his desires, like many wives did in those days, and try to assure that this was a peaceful happy holiday season.