As a kid, I loved three things about Christmas: no school, presents, and whiskey balls. I didn't know any other families who ate whiskey balls for Christmas, so it always felt like a special secret my grandmother shared with our family each year.
My grandmother doesn't remember where she inherited the recipe from, but she used to make it with her four children in the 50s and 60s. Then, my grandmother tasked me with helping when I was a kid in the 2000s. Now, as an adult, I tried making the entire recipe by myself.