My favorite Christmas treat is definitely Norwegian Kringla. My grandma used to make them at Christmas, as did my great aunts, Thelma and Dolores. This is their recipe.

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1 c. sour cream
1 c. buttermilk
1 c. sugar
1 tsp. baking soda
1/2 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt
1/4 c. vegetable oil
3-5 c. white flour

Preheat oven to 375 degrees
Mix sour cream and buttermilk together and let sit at room temperature for 1/2 hour or longer. The longer you let it sit, the more “sour” it will be………..which sounds nasty, but it’s a good thing with kringla! Mix remaining ingredients into sour cream mixture, one at a time, ending with the flour, one cup at at a time until no longer sticky. {Last year I worked really hard to get my batter unsticky, but I wasn’t as picky this year and it resulted in a fluffier kringla. So don’t stress. As long as the batter isn’t too frustrating to work with, there’s enough flour}

On floured surface {I use a dish towel, covered moderately in flour and weighted down by two big glasses. I’m sure there’s a better way to do this, like buying a pastry cloth, etc., but I have yet to do so}, roll dough into thick pencil shapes and twist into a figure 8. {I roll my logs first and then pinch the ends together to form a circle. After that, you can just twist, and wha-la! A perfect figure 8.}

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Bake on a parchment lined cookie pan until the bottoms are light brown, but the top remains white. Approx. 10 min.

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Enjoy! Yum, yum! 😀
Yields: approx 4 dozen

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I have two modcloth ensembles for you today! These would be so fun for a holiday party. 🙂 Enjoy!
Winter Wonderland Ensemble
Dress: Loved and Adorned Dress

Coat: So Sumptuous Coat

Accessories: Unending Angles Tights, Warm Reception Boot, Got It Braid Bag, Lots of Glove For You, and A Modern Fascinator

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Merry and Bright Ensemble

Dress:Down the Block Dress
Coat: Hit the Rose Coat
Accessories: Double Black Diamond Tights, The Eye-catching Heel, Purple Plumage Clutch, Lots of Luxe Gloves, and Fall Market Scarf

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To explain the significance and importance of Trans Siberian Orchestra in my life, in this our story is pretty near impossible.  But I gotta try.  
It was the winter.  That winter.  A couple of fine folks in Colorado got me tickets to see them since I was there while Murphy was receiving care at CSU.  And it was my birthday.  
Being the music lover I am, I was sure I heard of them.  But even if I did, nothing could’ve prepared me for it…
An Angel Came Down was the first piece they performed and I was blown away. To put it into context, I’ve seen Pavarotti live, the three tenors, and Yo Yo Ma and even Kitaro… There was a hot, hot girl in a red sequined dress playing the electric violin that I still think about from time to time… 
Anyway, I was in rapture.  Pop culture has ruined the word ‘awesome’ but it was.  I was a kid witnessing the spirit of Christmas for the first time.  
And yet I hated it.  Because somewhere in a distant parking lot, alone and cold was Murphy.  He never left my side and the TSO concert was as far as I went from him.  We didn’t stay for the second set because I couldn’t. Even though thoroughly bundled up in the SUV.
And then after Murphy died, I was up in Bowling Green KY (heh, that’s my TX roots showing – everything is ‘up’), for two reasons.  To meet Indy for the first time and attend a fundraiser for their animal shelter.  It was the coolest of its kind – it was in a cave that Jesse James and his gang hung out in if my memory serves me well. 
Even amidst all the beauty, glamour, and glitz that I was graciously invited to be a part of, I didn’t stay long, 30 minutes maybe, because I couldn’t.  I left there and drove to a church parking lot and put my TSO CD in, listening to it for hours.  It must’ve been hours because someone called the police.  
The officer politely asked me why I was there.  I didn’t know if he meant why I was in The City of White Squirrels, the parking lot of a church in the middle of the night, or asking a more theological question.  But I only had one answer.  
“I miss my son.”  
He nodded and said goodnight.  I never asked his name.  
This is my Christmas story