Christmas in MN.

Grandma's rolls. Or rather, Grandpa Merrill's rolls re-created, that have been made for years and years and years. I watched Gma Peg work diligently on them the evening before. Nervous about the outcome. We sipped wine and looked over old recipes and cookbooks. Now I want a bread-making cookbook. And the rolls, rave reviews.


Guests started to arrive including my brother, and brand new baby niece, Eleanor.



Eventually, the party moved to my parent's house and we relaxed, ate dinner and tipped back some wine and heavenly Bailey's.





Friends, Guitar Hero.



And of course, Eleanor.