Remember the weekend? Yeah, me either.
Waaay, back during the weekend we asked my sister, Rachel, to babysit Little K while E and I went out to a friend’s house for dinner, drinks, and board games (cuz we’re cool like that, yo.). I knew I wanted to bring a dessert along to share and make another to give to Rachel and her boyfriend as a “thank you for babysitting and putting up with our ridiculous dogs.” I didn’t have all the ingredients I needed and didn’t feel like going to the grocery store myself (because I have a 6 month old baby. Do you need more explanation?), so I asked E to go out for groceries and breakfast right away on Saturday morning. When he got home and brought the groceries in the house I started unpacking. In addition to the list I had given him, he bought a dozen eggs, two gallons of milk, two avocados, and a loaf of bread. Normally I’d say, “Thanks E!” Except I had went to the grocery store not two days before and gotten the staples. In our fridge we now have six avocados, four gallons of milk, two dozen eggs, a four loaves of bread. Hmm, is it me or does that seem like a little much for two people to eat? I stashed all the bread in the freezer, planned to make guac for us (review coming soon!), and started boiling some eggs for an easy weekday breakfast. But what to do with all that milk… I know! We’ll pay our babysitters with it!
So when Rachel and Brandon left that evening, they left with Candy Cane Snowballs and a gallon of milk (plus the half gallon they drank with their pizza that night). You might think, “Krystal, you still have two and a half gallons left to drink. That’s too much!” To which I’d reply, “Reader, I drink an exorbitant amount of milk. (Don’t worry, it’s skim.) It won’t be a problem.” And, I can tell you, four days later we’re down to a gallon and a quarter or so. BAM.
P.S. After we got home that evening Rachel and I got into a very serious discussion about the quality of milk found at the popular store with a big red bullseye. We agreed the flavor of it is a little “off” and decided it had to do with the type of pasteurization they do. The boys sat in silence during this discussion until E said, “When I imagined my Saturday night, I didn’t imagine taking part in a in-depth discussion on the quality of milk at our local grocery stores. I must’ve forgotten that I married a Wisconsin farm girl.” Yep, and you’re stuck with me, sweetie!
I found this recipe by chance, after searching around for a way to use up some leftover candy canes. They are a sweet treat and go really well with a cup of coffee. We loved them! My sister said they’re a minty version of Russian tea cakes.