Henry the Polar Bear, a true value if there ever was one, now resides in our front yard. His leg lights are lame, and his head ones were dead, but I added a bunch so he lights up pretty much all over, if you pretend that the bottom part of his legs are stilts. He was almost extinct, I guess you could say.
This is David, sneaking things from the kitchen during the Christmas Baking Adventure.
And this is me, heading up the C.B.A. Immediately after this, the white chocolate in the microwave went beyond the melty, gooey stage and into the crusty, over-radiated stage. Silly magazine recipe for truffles. Why do I think I can make you? Although . . . they do TASTE good, even if there is crusty-ness not listed in the recipe.
Oh, and it shall snow tonight again! Yay! a fresh dusting of snow for a pre-party evening. Love it.
