So, we cheated.

Alright. We broke the rules. Tradition dictates that you're supposed to wait till your first anniversary to bust out that frozen top layer of your wedding cake. Our mouths dictate that only good, moist food is allowed to pass through it's chambers. The mouths won. (They were helped along by several negative stories from friends who ate gross, dried out cake just to keep up tradition).

We made a nice steak dinner on our three-month anniversary (cause once you've made it that far the rest is really cake right? Literally) and then enjoyed our wonderful moist delicious wedding cake that my mother had wrapped so carefully (and even written a little note about happy one year anniversary. sorry mom. but we'll save that piece of tape till October if it helps).

The cake was DELICIOUS. And we don't even feel bad.

Holly Wreaths

So these are by far my favorite treats to make every Christmas season-- I look forward to them all year. They're pretty simple (a glorified rice krispie treat, if you will) but I have such fond memories of making them with my mom and helping her put on the little red hots and form them into wreaths. And then there's the image of all these bright festive wreaths across the table to give to your neighbors and friends.

But let's face it, the best part is eating all the gooey green remnants out of the pan in between batches and trying to be so sneaky so your siblings don't catch on and start competing with you for the good stuff (even though your green tounge and teeth are a dead give away). The wreaths always look so tantalizing as you make them but then you can't eat them cause you're giving them away-- sticky pan stuff is your only hope.

This year I was making them in the kitchen and Adam was in the other room. He doesn't know about eating out of the pan in between batches so I had it all to myself! I was in the middle of sweet heavenly enjoyment when Adam and the camera discovered me. The truth is, I didn't even care.

Green stuff all over? Small price to pay for Christmas goodness. Yum!