My Dad's side of the family and anyone else lucky enough to bear the name "Barlocker" is invited.
These parties are usually peppered with inappropriateness and too many kids to count. Like most Mormons, I don't even know how many cousins I have.
We rented out a lodge up Mill Creek Canyon in Utah. There was a huge fireplace and an epic sledding hill.
Santa even came to visit!
I look so much better in pictures that are blurry.
But the highlight of my night was this:
The Christmas Pooghnut
After dinner, my mom whipped up some homemade doughnuts while everyone else went sledding. Isn't my mom the 2nd best mom ever!?!?! (I am #1)
Mom was frying the doughnuts when she decided to get all fancy and try to make one of those twisted doughnuts.
Needless to say, her doughnut twist looked more like Mr. Hankey the Christmas Poo.
She showed me and I immediately knew I had to cover it in chocolate frosting. Since it was fresh from the fryer, the frosting melted and gave the Pooghnut a realistic slipperiness.
We tried to give it to my 3 year old nephew. He stared suspiciously at the Pooghnut, then said,
"Um...... that is not a doughnut."
I offered it to all the kids as they came in from sledding. No takers.
Luckily, the Pooghnut was not wasted. My favorite brother Jake happily ate it up as all our little cousins watched with horror.
My baby is so cute. amen.
