Mark and I spent Christmas Day without any of our children up at the cabin in Island Park. Uncle Charlie was there from Texas, and for the first time, an INL intern student was with us during the holidays from France.
I cooked a nice dinner for us: Including my homemade rolls which my family loved to have for holiday meals. I made some at Ben's house and they were the worst rolls I've ever made, it was awful since it was for a Christmas Party. I felt really bad. This is how the dough looks when it raises properly: