Scrummy isn’t just a word. It’s a feeling. A memory. A smile-inducing mashup of scrumptious and yummy—the kind of word you invent when no other one quite captures the joy of something this delicious. The story of Scrummy Nuts begins in a little kitchen filled with warmth, love, and the scent of cinnamon. It’s the same kitchen where Kathy spent countless afternoons with her grandmother—measuring, stirring, tasting, and laughing. Her grandma was a natural in the kitchen, especially when it came to making sweet treats for the people she loved. It wasn’t just cooking—it was tradition. It was togetherness.

 

Years later, Kathy bought that very house. The kitchen hadn’t changed much, but her grandmother had since passed. Still, her spirit was there in every cabinet, every creaky drawer, every cherished recipe. Wanting to keep that legacy alive, Kathy began making the same cinnamon-roasted nuts she had once watched her grandma create—this time for her own family and friends. At first, it was a holiday ritual. A festive treat passed around at Christmastime, packaged with love and a little sparkle. But something unexpected started happening: people kept asking for more. Could they buy a few extra bags? Could she make some for birthdays, teacher gifts, Tuesday afternoons? Turns out, the sweet, spiced crunch of those hand-roasted pecans and almonds wasn’t just perfect for the holidays—it was perfect, period. And so, Scrummy Nuts was born. A love letter to tradition. A celebration of heritage. A delicious bridge between generations. Today, every batch of Scrummy Nuts is still handmade in small quantities, with real ingredients and lots of care—just the way Grandma would’ve done it. They’re the kind of snack that brings people together. That makes you pause. That turns an ordinary moment into something a little more memorable.