My mother has a large square of rose-colored marble for making such as brittle and butterscotch on her kitchen counter. Most likely Etowah marble from North Georgia, it has been in the family for years and originally belonged to my great-great-grandmother, Victoria Virginia Wingate. The sheen of the marble is a dull from age – or perhaps the amount of butter that it has absorbed in the past century  — and it’s still absolutely beautiful. Mama has used it for as long as I can remember to make old-fashioned peanut brittle, as did my grandmother, before her and her grandmother, as well. I love the history in that this simple kitchen tool has brought so love and joy into my family’s home for generations.