With sickness coming upon us at a rather inconvenient time, fresh juice seemed to be a fitting drink.
Okay, so that was a little easy, wasn't it? Here's my first little helper, thrilled that our traditional Snowballs were on the menu.
My second little helper. Once she heard what Emma was up to, she suddenly appeared in the kitchen, apron and hat on and ready to bake. :)
"You roll'a the dough into leelte balls like a'this, and then'a you put'a them on'a the pan to bake."
My Little Merry People, with ever ready smiles and such willingness to help...especially if it means taste testing afterwards. :)
Yum...soft, warm freshly dusted in powdered sugar Snowballs, ready to mail out with our Christmas packages.
Sore throat and all, we sat in the soprano section ready to once more be swept away with Handel's amazing work.