Starry starry nights

Elizabeth got me some excellent books for Christmas- one is a candy cookbook, the other is a memoir/cookbook by the same lady. And in the memoir was a recipe for fancy little chocolate cookies. I tried making them last. Ugh the and they turned out great, with one little mishap.

Don't let go while you're mixing!

The finished items. Great with all beverages, except maybe orange juice.

Yesterday Oscar was being a troll, so I sent him outside and he stood by the door and tortured John, who wanted nothing more than to go out in the cold with his big brother. Then Oscar came inside and watched a moomintroll movie, which he liked so much that he asked to immediately watch it again. (It was the super-strange cartoon one.)

Oscar was light enough to stand on top of the snow crust where the snow is usually in the shade. This gave him confidence in roaming further in the yard, and as soon as he got to a sunny spot, he sank in to his knees. This reminds me of when we were little and Louie's yard was untouched, and Mark convinced me and Annie to carefully shuffle out to the middle of his yard without breaking the crust, which we did. Then he went back inside for the camera and left us out there for hours and hours. And we couldn't move or we would break the crust and it would be ruined! The picture was supposed to look so crazy, like we had been dropped in the middle of the yard out of nowhere. But it takes a keen eye to observe the lack of footprints around us.

Anyway, I have strong feelings about crusty snow, and maybe one day Oscar will too.