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Thursday, December 13, 2018

Random Acts of Kindness at Christmas Time

This time of year, there are so many opportunities to spread kindness and cheer. Here is a list of things you can do that will cost you little or nothing but your time.

Donate gently used toys to your local second-hand store
Send Christmas cards to soldiers
Go Caroling at a retirement center or to your neighbors
Leave kind notes on cars in a parking lot
Choose items to purchase from a Giving Tree
Leave a note and treat for your mail carrier or delivery truck driver
Take treats to the police and fire station
Donate food to a food pantry
Write gratitude letters to people you love
Volunteer to read to at a retirement home or library
Tape change to a vending machine to surprise someone with a free treat
Put your change in the Salvation Army buckets
Smile at everyone
Donate blood at or give plasma
Make a pinecone bird feeder
Paint and hide kindness rocks
Babysit for a friend so they can wrap presents
Bake cookies for your neighbors
Ask the store cashier what their favorite candy is, then buy it for them
Drive through the bank drive through and send a treat into the teller.
Sing Christmas Carols at a hospital
Make treats to share with your neighbors
Leave a dollar for someone to find in the Dollar Spot at Target or at the Dollar Store
Pay for Lunch for the person behind you in line or in the drive through
Allow someone to go ahead of you in the checkout line
Notice nice things about people and offer compliments.
Volunteer at your children's school
Make or buy a blanket to donate to the homeless shelter
Buy a cup of hot cocoa or coffee for a homeless person
Make small bereavement blankets to donate to hospitals for parents who deliver a stillborn
Write a kind letter to someone who has made a difference in your life.
Smile  to everyone you see

Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Old Fashioned Stuffed Peppers

My parents and I have birthdays in the same month. One year for our birthdays, my grandma invited us over for dinner. She served the most comforting, delicious dinner. That was always the case, but I remember this particular meal being so good! This is the recipe from that dinner. Old Fashioned Stuffed Peppers are my favorite. I love the fresh flavors of green peppers and tomatoes with Italian seasonings.  I also think it is easily one of the easiest dinners to make.

You will need:
5 medium green peppers
2 cups cooked rice (2/3 cup raw)
1/2 tea. black pepper
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon basil
1/2 teaspoon oregano
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1/2 cup chopped onion
1 lb. ground beef
1 can petite diced tomatoes
1 8 oz. cans tomato sauce

Cut tops of peppers off, remove seeds and wash. 

Combine brown ground beef, cooked rice, onion, salt, pepper, seasonings, tomatoes. Pile into peppers in a baking dish. Pour tomato sauce over peppers and cover tightly. Bake at 350 for 60-75 minutes, basting occasionally. Once cooked, allow to cool a bit before serving. Serve with cheese,

Tuesday, December 11, 2018

Bakery Quality Chocolate Cake.

There is a VERY distinct difference between a cake made from a box and one purchased at a bakery. You know it and I know it. If given the choice between the two, most of us would choose the bakery cake every time. What if I told you that with a few small tweaks, your cake mix could taste as good or BETTER than a bakery cake? Well, friend, I have the recipe for you! 

This is my go-to recipe for birthdays, church functions, and every time cake is appropriate (and sometimes even when it's not).  I think my favorite part is that the cake mix is added with real, quality ingredients, which makes all the difference in my opinion. I also love the versatility of this recipe. Stick with me through the end of the recipe and I will share a few ways to change it up!

To make this cake you will need:
a box of chocolate cake mix
4 eggs
1/2 cup water
1 cup sour cream
1 tablespoon vegetable oil
1/2 cup butter, room temperature.
1 small box INSTANT chocolate pudding mix

Preheat your oven to 350. Dump the cake mix in my mixer along with the pudding, sour cream, eggs, water, veggie oil, and butter. Pulse it until everything is moist then increase the speed until everything is whipped together--usually about 5 minutes on medium high. Pour batter into a greased and floured baking dished and bake according to cake mix box. Cake is done baking when a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean. Allow to cool completely before frosting.

Homemade frosting
1 stick butter
1 package powdered sugar
1/2 cup cocoa powder
2 teaspoons vanilla
1/2 teaspoon salt

cream together butter, sugar, vanilla, and salt. Add milk until frosting reaches the right consistency. 

Have fun with this recipe!
Keep all ingredients the same except the cake mix and pudding!
Red Velvet with Red Velvet pudding mix
Yellow Cake with Vanilla pudding mix
White Cake with White Chocolate pudding mix (with some crushed peppermint sticks! yum!)
Lemon cake with Lemon pudding mix and poppy seeds

Let me know what you come up with!

Monday, December 10, 2018

Cinnamon Caramel Popcorn

Every year my angel of a Mother-in-law makes caramel popcorn balls for the family Christmas Eve Party. They are the soft, gooey, melt in your mouth caramel balls that we devour quickly while they're available and then crave for the rest of the year. I am feeling sad we won't be eating caramel balls with everyone else this year. But that won't stop me from eating them alone. Ha!

This recipe is close to hers, but I added a little twist. While living in Heber, Utah, we would frequently visit the Mrs. Calls candy factory that was nestled there in our beautiful town. We'd sample all the decadent caramels and chocolates before settling on a few to purchase and take home. My favorite is their Cinnamon Sugar caramel. Guys. It is the stuff dreams are made of. There are a few things you can't buy in The South that we totally took for granted living in Utah... and Mrs. Calls Cinnamon Sugar Caramels is one of them. 

So, Today when I whipped up this little batch of chewy caramel balls, I decided to put my love of traditional Christmas Eve caramel balls and Mrs. Calls Cinnamon Sugar Caramels together. It's a winner, friends. The smooth sweetness of caramel swirled with the warmth of cinnamon added to the crunch of freshly popped popcorn--You need this perfection in your life!

To make this treat you will need

3 bags plain popped popcorn
1/2 cup butter (I use salted)
1 cup brown sugar
1 cup light Karo syrup
1 14oz can sweetened condensed milk
1 teaspoon Vanilla
2 teaspoons cinnamon

Pop popcorn, removing any unpopped kernels. Set aside. Melt together butter, brown sugar, Karo syrup. Stir constantly & Bring to a boil. Next, add the sweetened condensed milk and cinnamon. Continue stirring. Gently bring to a gradual boil and continue cooking until caramel reaches "soft ball" stage (235 degrees). Pour caramel over popcorn and mix until well coated. Spread popcorn on a sheet of parchment paper to cool. Form into popcorn balls and wrap in plastic wrap or in baggies. 

Friday, December 7, 2018

Simplifying Christmas

Sometimes I feel like I go overboard with Christmas. I always start early in the year. Sometimes I buy way too much stuff. I just love finding good deals... but more importantly, I love watching my kids open gifts and seeing the joy in their faces. Often times, though, Christmas Eve, after the kids have gone to bed, we spend a good amount of time sorting the gifts into what we'll actually give them for Christmas and what we'll save to give as Birthday presents. I

Not this year, though.This year we are simplifying Christmas. Under the tree Christmas Morning our kids will find something they want, something they need, something to wear, something to read, and something to do (an activity to participate in). We will put a few tiny trinkets and treats in their stockings but that is all.

Earlier this season, I asked my kids to give me a list of five things in each category: Want, Need, Wear, Read, Do. After explaining the plan for this year, we told them that we'd choose one thing from each of the five categories, so to give it a lot of thought before giving the list back. They were so sweet as they considered what they'd like, talking with each other and comparing lists. In the end, everyone turned in a simple notecard with simple wishlist items. It was exactly what I had hoped for and made shopping so much easier.

I am really looking forward to watching them open gifts on Christmas morning. What is your gifting tradition?  Are you an early shopper or do you wait until the last minute? Do you bargain shop or do you splurge on hot ticket items? Are you like me and buy way too much, or are you organized with specific lists, like we did this year?

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Thursday, December 6, 2018

Through The Service of Others He Carried Me

Eleven years ago, after the devastating news that our tiny baby boy growing in my womb had passed away, I fell into a deep, dark place inside myself. I cried. A lot. For about solid 5 days I cried. I would wake in the morning, still wrapped in the fogginess of dreams-- Most often dreams of delivering a perfectly healthy baby boy--things were perfect. I would look lovingly down at my sweet tiny child and believe he was real, that he was really in my arms... then, something would snap me back to reality. I would awaken to find my arms empty and the hollow pit of grief still intact. I would again find myself unable to control my tears. I'd lie in bed and cry all day, trying to wish those sweet dreams into reality to no avail.

The grief of losing my child was overwhelming. It nagged at me relentlessly. I withdrew from friends and family... and from myself. I went into a sort of 'auto-pilot" and I hardly remember anything about the first 2 or three months after. I felt as though I had completely lost myself. I questioned whether the principles I'd had been taught my entire life were true. How could Heavenly Father allow such pain to tear his faithful daughter down??? Why would he want me to feel such pain?

I was so wrapped up in the hurt, I almost missed seeing the good that came of my little angel's short life.

Looking back and trying to remember the first few months after Andrew returned to Heaven are hard for me. I honestly cannot remember much. I do, however, remember the outpouring of service and love from dear friends and family. We had so much love and compassion showered upon us, and so much goodness passed our way. I know without a doubt that the Lord saw fit to humble me and allow me to feel the love and genuine caring of others. He wasn't trying to hurt me. He didn't want to see me stumble and fall. Now, it is clear to see that during my darkest hour, I was not alone. He was there with me. Through the service of others, He carried me. I am so grateful for the loving acts of kindness offered by others in my time of need. I feel so blessed to have had so many Christ-like friends who loved and cared about us. I have learned that a lot can be accomplished in a small act of kindness.

I remember one day in particular... I was unable to pull myself together. I heard my phone chime telling me I had a new text message. The message was from a girl I knew, but not really well. "I've been thinking about you. You'll let me know if you need anything. ANYTHING. Big hug." I was so touched by her simple act of kindness. It had made my day that day. It wasn't much... but it was enough. because of that simple text message, we have become lifelong friends.

Today, I am asking that everyone who has been inspired by Andrew's life pay it forward. Call a friend, share a talent, make cookies for your neighbor, send a text message to someone you've been thinking about. Just let the people you care about know what they mean to you. Any act of kindness will do. It doesn't need to be anything big or fancy. I know from experience a little act of service can go a long way and I have also learned that nothing heals a broken heart or grieving spirit better than offering service unto others.

It's been eleven years since we kissed our tiny, sleeping baby Andrew goodbye. It feels like an eternity has passed... but at the same time, I feel like it happened just yesterday. The wounds have begun to heal and the grief and guilt have long since been replaced with hope and joy in things to come and love for others whom I have served and for those who have served me. I still miss my baby. I think about his sweet little face every day. I look forward to seeing him, hugging him, and telling him how much he means to me. However, I am no longer painfully burdened with the loss. He gives me hope and a feeling of being fully invested in Heaven. We gave up precious time with him now, for something better... an eternity of love and family companionship together in the Celestial Kingdom. I am filled with love for my Heavely Father. I am grateful for the knowledge that we forever sealed as an eternal family.

Happy Birthday, Little Andrew. We love you.

There's a Special Angel in Heaven that is a part of me.
It is not where I wanted him, but where God meant for him to be.
He was here but for a moment, like a nighttime shooting star.
And though he is in Heaven, he isn't very far.
So I send this special message, to the Heavens up above.
Please take care of my Angel, and send him all my love

Monday, December 3, 2018

Telling Your Child The Truth about Santa

I love the magic and love the surrounds Christmas. I love giving gifts and singing carols. I always have. I love Christmas so much, I believed in Santa until I was almost 12. I remember being the only kid in my sixth-grade class who still believed and thinking they were all crazy for thinking their parents were Santa Claus. The magic and wonder of Christmas were very important to me and I just was not ready to let it go. I think I just needed to believe until I was ready to let it go. So I did. There was no traumatic experience of finding out my parents really had been Santa Claus all along. It was just a truth I came to understand.

The same went for my oldest son. He came to me one day and told me that he knew and that it was okay because he liked being part of the surprise. We talked about how Santa Claus really was a real man and that he was so loved and appreciated, that moms and dads all over the world carry on his traditions. That now he knew, he was part of a magical society of secret keepers who were charged with keeping the spirit alive. He liked this assignment and did everything he could to help his brother and sister believe.

Earlier this summer, someone else's kids spilled the beans about Santa to my younger two kids. I was pretty ticked. I had hoped to have the same wonderful conversation and easy let down with them that I had with my older. That was not my luck. They were heartbroken. It was so sad. After a bit of consoling, I told them about the magical society of secret keepers, which helped,  and they were eager to join.

I worried that Christmas would lose its sparkle and mystery now that my kids have outgrown Santa. But, truthfully, it has not! Kids are resilient and willing to help... especially when magic is involved! They have really stepped up to make sure they help other kids feel the Christmas spirit. They have been more kind and loving toward each other (now that they know Santa  MOM really IS watching!) It surprised me how willing they are to serve and love in order to keep the magic alive for those around them. It's been wonderful seeing them fully embrace the love and giving of the season, accepting that while Santa is not an actual man who comes down the chimney, but rather a tradition of generosity and love for others.

How old were you when you stopped believing in Santa Claus?

Are you in the midst of helping your kids navigate their first non-Santa Claus- believing Christmas?

Here are three cute ideas I found from other bloggers:

Friday, November 30, 2018

Shaggy Dog Sushi Rolls

I am a little embarrassed to admit that I didn't try sushi until I was an adult. My strong aversion to seafood played a big part in that, I think. The first time I tried it, my friend talked me through the experience, telling me there would be a wide array of flavors that would take over at different times. First was the seasoned rice and seaweed, then the cucumbers and avocado mixed with crab. She told me to pop the whole thing in my mouth and just trust her.

I did and WOW! I am so glad I did! Sushi is so good!!

ALL of my kids have tried and LOVE sushi. It is one of our most favorite things to eat. Sometimes, though, sushi can be pretty pricey. So I came up with a solution: Homemade!

I was intimidated by the process at first. But after watching this video, I felt a lot more confident in my homemade sushi skills. And friends, it is seriously as simple as they make it look.

I used:
Nori seaweed sheets
Seasoned Rice (3 cups rice, six cups water, 1 tablespoon rice vinegar, salt, and pepper)
Crab Sticks
Thinly sliced cucumbers
Thinly sliced avocado
Hoisin Sauce
Yum Yum sauce
French's Fried Onions, crushed

On a bamboo rolling mat, I put a piece of plastic wrap down. I placed a piece of seaweed on top, then spread about a cup of seasoned rice toward the edges. Then I flipped it over. I then added the crab stick, avocado, and cucumbers. Next, I used the bamboo mat to roll the sushi tight. Once rolled, I sliced it using a very sharp knife and topped it with Hoisin and Yum Yum sauce, then garnished the top with crispy fried onions. Simple and SO good!

Wednesday, November 28, 2018

She believed she could, so she did.

Before my 30th birthday, I sat down and made a list of thirty things I wanted to do before entering a new decade. I wanted to donate my hair to Wigs For Kids, do the BYU Y hike, and learn how to make bread, to name a few.  Also on that list was one particular goal that scared me, but was one I wanted to accomplish more than any of the others: run a half marathon.

Let me just preface this story by telling you I am not a runner. If you ever see me running, you may want to consider running, as well, because chances are, there is something big and scary chasing me.

I do not enjoy running, though I have tried. However, this goal was not about running. No, this goal was simply to prove to myself that I can do hard things. A few months before setting my 30 before 30 goals, I had gone through a very difficult trial that had almost completely obliterated my confidence. I felt weak and vulnerable. Running half marathon was a goal I set for myself to remind me how strong I am. It was about proving to myself that I am good enough. It was about doing something for myself that no one could do for me. It was the goal that meant the most and truly had the most importance to me.  If I only checked off one accomplishment on the whole list, THIS would be it.

I started working out and running at the rec center by our house. I was dedicated. I pushed my workouts and felt myself getting stronger every day, but I never pushed myself too hard. I told myself I was doing great and not to get burned out. I think that if I had given myself a little more time to work slowly toward my goal, this method would have been fine, but I only had a few months to prepare. Although I had done some, I would later wish I had done more.

The morning of the race we woke up very early to meet up with some friends who had agreed to run with us. Thank goodness for friends who are as crazy as I am, who are and are willing to participate in my insane plans. We hopped on the bus that took us from the finish line, where we had parked, to the starting line. I was so excited! I felt amazing and energized.

Then the bus began rolling.

The drive up the canyon was long. The more we drove, the more knotted my stomach became. Pretty soon, all the energy and confidence I had felt getting on that bus had melted into self-doubt and concern that my training had not been nearly enough and that getting through this race would take every ounce of willpower I could muster. I was terrified--the thought of hiding on the bus was more than a little tempting.

However, my desire to check off that goal from my 30 before 30 list was so strong. The idea of staying on that bus and riding back to the bottom was fleeting and I found myself digging deep to find the courage to line up with the other runners. I moved in the starting direction. Gathering courage and casting my fears aside, I lined up toward the back.

A loud crack filled the air, and the crowd before me started moving quickly back in the directions we had just come from. With one last courageous boost, I willed my feet to move. The race was on! I trotted along, holding on to images of crossing the finish line, just trying to keep up with the people around me.

The race was mainly downhill. Running downhill was lovely the first mile or so, having gravity pulling me forward. But soon, my shins, knees, and back strained and burned with exertion. My trot slowed to a brisk walk alternating with jogging, when that became too much I kept up the brisk walk. As I neared the end of the eighth mile, my whole body hurt. My only focus was putting one foot in front of the other.

I passed the sign indicating I was on my ninth mile and suddenly I felt a little better. I could hardly believe there were only four more miles to go! I had almost done it! I picked up my pace again, jogging at a steady cadence. I focussed on the sound of my sneakers slapping the pavement as I moved ahead toward the finish line. My mind was focused on those three little babies of mine who would be waiting for me there. I could hardly wait to see them!  I picked up my pace some more, as thoughts of sitting in the hot tub entered my mind. Oh, how wonderful that sounded!

Just then, my toe hooked on a loose piece of asphalt and I crashed to the ground, rolling my ankle and hyperextending my hip on the way down. I scrambled to my feet as quickly as I could, but the pain was so intense, I immediately fell back to the ground. My mind filled with thoughts of quitting. There was no way I could finish...

I sat there on the side of the road and rested for a few minutes. I knew the longer I sat, the harder it would be to get going again. I also knew if I quit, I would probably not try to run another half marathon. Fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over, I tried again. This time I managed to stay up.

Small Victory.

I gingerly stepped forward, trying to assess the damage. It hurt, but I was ok.

Another small victory.

I found a pace that worked. It was slow, but it was progress in the right direction. People passed me left and right. Some asked if I was okay, others stuck with me and rested for a minute before moving ahead. I was doing all I could do, whether it was enough for someone else didn't matter. I was doing what was best for me. Slow and steady.

I celebrated a little when I limped through miles ten, eleven, and twelve. Mile thirteen I could hardly walk.  I knew I was almost done. I knew the end was just around the corner. I just didn't know if I could endure anymore.

Finally, I reached that last tenth of a mile. The 0.1 that meant I completed my goal. I rounded the corner toward the finish line. There were so many people lining the sides of the path. They clapped and cheered as I painstakingly finished the last few steps. Tears rolled freely down my cheeks. Then, the most glorious sight I had ever seen: My kids were running toward me, their arms outstretched, their eyes sparkled and they were smiling from ear to ear. My heart about burst!

Crossing the finish line at 4 hours and 7 minutes, dead last is where I finished. But those last two words are the most important: I FINISHED!!! It was the BEST feeling ever.

I think about that experience often. There are times in life when we feel prepared only to realize our best efforts aren't quite enough. Times when we life knocks us to our knees and it is all we can do to stand up and take things one step at a time. Times when life gets so hard we don't know how we will make it through. This experience taught me it is important to recognize when we are tired and to rest... but not to rest so long that we give up. Just keep moving. Just keep trying. Keep stepping forward. Don't give up. The end result will be so worth it. Nothing feels quite as wonderful as checking off a goal that was really hard to accomplish.

Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Shredded Beef Tacos

Do you have a crockpot and about 3 minutes to start dinner before work? Good! Then this is going to be the best day ever!

Now, all you will need is a pot roast and a packet of taco seasoning.

Throw that in the crockpot. Set it to low and when you get home from work tonight you will have the most delicious, shredded beef ready for tacos, nachos, taco salad, or even a taco rice bowl. Friend, this recipe (if you can even call TWO ingredients a recipe!) is so simple and so versatile. The leftovers, if you have any, are fantastic on a quesadilla.

The first time I made this recipe I was so nervous. I didn't know if it would work. Beef pot rosts are kind of pricey and I was worried that if it turned out nasty I would be out all that money. I had never done anything out of the realm of a traditional pot roast. To my absolute JOY, they are wonderful! You're going to love them!

Monday, November 26, 2018

Classic Peanut Butter Kiss Cookies

Peanut Butter Kiss Cookies always reminds me of Christmas time. Maybe it's the Hershey's Kiss, which Santa always left in abundance in our stockings. Maybe it is the cookie design, which kind of reminds me of a wreath. It could also be that these peanut buttery treats would almost always be a part of Christmas Cookie Exchanges each year. No matter the reason, these cookies are wonderful at Christmas or ANY time.

I'm a huge fan of this recipe. Sometimes peanut butter cookies end up too oily or too dry. Not this cookie! I love how the cookie part is soft and pillowy, and the Hershey's Kiss is the exactly right amount of chocolate for the cookie. I love the crispy outside and how the sugar is kind of sparkly. I mean, if you're a peanut butter fan, this recipe is practically perfect.  If you're not a fan of peanut butter or maybe you or a loved one has a peanut allergy, you can substitute the peanut butter with almond or cashew butter, school-safe soy butter, sunflower seed butter, or Biscoff Cookie butter with fantastic results.

You will Need:
1 cup shortening
1 1/2 cup peanut butter (I use smooth)
1 cup granulated sugar
1 cup light brown sugar
2 eggs
1/4 cup milk
3 teaspoons vanilla
2 teaspoons baking soda
3 cups sugar
1 package Hershey's Kisses, unwrapped
granulated sugar (for rolling)

Mix together shortening and peanut butter until smooth. Add sugars. Beat in eggs, vanilla, and milk.  Next, slowly add baking soda and flour. Mix, scraping the sides of your bowl, until well incorporated. Roll dough into one inch balls then coat in sugar. Arrange on cookie sheet. Bake for 8-11 minutes. Press Hershey's Kiss in the center of each cookie immediately after removing from the oven.

Friday, November 23, 2018

Some of My Favorite Things at Christmas:

It's here! It is FINALLY here! I love Christmas time most of all. I love everything about it. I love the sights and sounds. I love the music. I love the warmth of family and friends. I love the giving and thinking of others. I especially love these things:

1. Names of  Christ Christmas Ornaments

I love these names of Christ Christmas ornaments because they remind me of the real reason for this special time of year. I love that every time I look at my Christmas tree, I am reminded of the tiny babe born in a lowly stable.

2. Willow Tree Nativity Set

This nativity is the very first thing I put out at the start of the Christmas season. I love the simplicity of the figurines and how well it captures the spirit of the birth of our Savior.

3. Pine Scented Candles

I'm not usually a candle enthusiast... but at Christmas time, I love a good smelling candle. This one is my favorite right now. They also have another candle I am alternating with-- it's Clementine and Mango scented. I mopped my floor with Pinesol this morning and had this other candle burning and my house smelled incredible!! I love these candles because the wick is a stick of wood.

4. Arm Knitted Blanket

I am kind of a blanket snob. Blankets need to be just so, and this beauty fits the bill. It is plush and soft. Everything you could possibly want for snuggling up by the fireplace with a good book and a mug of hot cocoa.

5.Stephens Hot Cocoa

There is no substitution for the best hot cocoa out there. Stephens is the best.

6. The Forgotten Carols

Growing up, we went to The Forgotten Carols play many times. It was a Christmas tradition I loved so much. I wish Michael McLean would come to Georgia... but since I am pretty sure he is all booked up with shows in Utah, I am grateful for the next best thing. This book and CD will be a fun way to carry on the tradition with my own kids.

7. Home Alone & Miracle on 34th Street

Christmas movies are my a huge part of our Christmas traditions. I love them all! But these two are my most favorite.

8. Snowball Fights

Now that we live in the South, we are learning to improvise. These snowballs have a crunchy texture, just like actual snowballs.

9. Christmas Lights

I almost didn't add this one because it is my husband's least favorite part of the Holiday season. Luckily, it won't be snowing much in Georgia and the ladder won't be slick when he strings them up for me.

10. Christmas Baking

With my KitchenAid stand mixer, Christmas baking is a breeze.

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