“HOW DID YOU MAKE these?” I ask my sister Lanae as I admire the individual candies she’s included in a package of holiday treats for my family.
“I used a mold,” she answers. “And I’m not making them again.”
I am almost sorry I asked, so emphatic is Lanae in her reply.
Later, when I pilfer through the contents of the large gift bag, I understand exactly how much time and effort my sister has invested in making this assortment of delectable goodies for extended family members. Her beautifully-packaged foods and wine rival anything Martha Stewart could create.
But that’s no surprise to me. My floral designer sister has a flair for design and color and presentation. And she’s truly outdone herself this time with homemade wine, sweet relish, cut-out cookies, puppy chow, Chex party mix, caramel corn, bounce (that’s fruit-flavored vodka) and those hand-molded truffles. Lanae’s daughter, Tara, and Tara’s husband, Andy, helped with the candies and cookies.
I feel like a decadent, over-indulgent, spoiled-rotten queen when I even think about consuming these treats.
And perhaps that’s exactly as Lanae intended—that we should all feel just a little bit pampered, a little bit indulged, a little bit spoiled, but most of all, loved.
© Copyright 2010 Audrey Kletscher Helbling





You could mail the goodies to me…
Or you could travel to Faribault to pick up your goodie bag, Amber. It’s possible we may be heading north to the Minnesota Zoo IMAX theater as your brother wants to see Avatar. That is if he can convince his boring parents to take him to this 3-D, blockbuster movie.