Yesterday afternoon . .
while the grands were tucked in their beds dreaming of gum drops and sugar plums . .
I whipped up a batch of Paska for dinner dessert.
I was a bit curious to know if it would be received with smiles and smacking lips like good little Mennonite children.
A year is a long time when you are two years and three months.
Last year .. .they had their first taste . . .
this year they did the sprinkling themselves . .
. . .and needed no encouragement to finish their plate.
Paska season has begun.