When I was little, we had our annual holiday pilgrimage to visit my grandparents. It was part of my Christmas tradition, and I remember running to the back of the garage (which had been converted to a kind of den) to where my grandfather kept the Christmas candy. Without fail, there would be two large tins: one had peanut butter balls and the other had the coconut balls. My brother liked the peanut butter balls, I liked the coconut.