Buck-eyes (peanut butter balls)

 

One of our Christmas traditions is the Travis family Christmas questionnaire.  It's basically a Christmas list that asks sizes, store preferences, etc. but also includes general life questions.  For example, this year included "What's the best thing that's happened this year?" and "What is your favorite holiday food?"

My brother in law put Mom's famous buck-eyes as his favorite holiday food item. Their family is moving to Costa Rica this year so it seemed fitting to make Nate's favorite holiday food item since he won't be around for awhile.

Buck eyes are pretty easy. I used the Kitchen Aid and it might have been a mistake because the mixture barely fit in there by the end but it worked anyways. Here's my mom's famous recipe that she's used to use at the annual Christmas Party so if anybody gets hungry for some Reeses type snacks, try this one out:

70/99: English Gingerbread Cake

Well, Ladies and Gents, I am over half way through finals: 3 down and 2 to go.  I studied all day yesterday for my English final that was scheduled for today. Then last night, my roommate asked me if I was ready for my Social Stratification final scheduled for today since I have that class at the same time that she has another class.  I told her that she was confused--my English final was scheduled for today and my Social Stratification final was scheduled for Thursday.

Well, the good news is that she wasn't mistaken.  The bad news is that I was. I had studied all day long for the wrong final.

I complained for a couple minutes before collecting myself.  I made a pot of coffee and went to my room to study.  The coffee definitely didn't work.  Since I get my best studying done in the morning I resolved to go straight to bed so that I could be rested and ready to study hard in the morning.  I set 5 alarms to go off every 10 minutes starting at 6:30.

And guess what happened? I slept through them.

That's when I decided that my final was doomed and gave up. Don't get me wrong, I studied for a few hours at Lusa and then decided that going into my final cheerfully was more important than stressing over pages of information that probably weren't going to stick in my head anyway. What's done is done.

So I went home and made a cake.