I remember standing in a chair next to the stove watching my Mom stir the peanut brittle syrup in her heavy cast iron skillet...the one that had been her mom's and her mom's before that. I remember waiting for the sound of those peanuts to start popping, knowing that very soon, we would have that much anticipated delicious candy. Today that cast iron skillet is mine, a treasured possession. I still use it to make this wonderful candy, using the same recipe we used waaaaaay back then. It's true, you know... some things only get better with age.