I had warm fuzzy memories yesterday. I’ve always remembered my Mam-ma’s birthday (my Dad’s Mom) as we approached Christmas. It’s on the 14th. For some reason when I think of her birthday, I think of her fudge. My guess is that my Dad would go out to see her around her birthday and she would send home a box (whatever box she could find in lieu of tupperware) of homemade fudge for us to enjoy around Christmas. Sometimes the fudge would not come until Christmas Eve as one of our gifts. I think most of the time my birthday gift to her was given to her on Christmas as I…