Bubba was my husband's paternal grandmother. Don't ask me why she wanted to be called Bubba--the name was her choice--but she was a wonderful woman and we miss her.
During the holiday season, we break out Bubba's candy dish and fill it with the kinds of candies she'd put in it. Ribbon candies. Hard candies. These types are getting more difficult to find each year, but I scored these:
The funniest part of the candies she'd choose is they'd harden into a solid mass, creating one massive piece of candy.
I loaded the candies in yesterday:
They are now a solid.
This is the magic of Bubba's candy dish.