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Magic mushrooms

Posted on September 24, 2012 by Larissa

The holidays have started and our first activity was baking. We always bake. Always have. It started with one little girl on the benchtop and one spatula. Now I have two little helpers and had to buy another spatula.

We made toadstools for a fairy party we went to.

IMG_3304_500 — Thanks to Donna Hay for the cool idea

Here’s some shots of how we spent our last week:

I have lots of holiday activities planned. We’ll keep you posted. What do you have planned?

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2 thoughts on “Magic mushrooms”

Gabbi says:

September 27, 2012 at 6:38 am

Toadstools look amazing, Larissa!! And love the collection of pics – looks like fun times xxx

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1. Larissa Patton says:
  
  October 2, 2012 at 7:16 pm
  
  They tasted good too, Gab, meringues joined with white chocolate – quite the combo. My advice is to get them cooked, cooled and joined well before you’re trying to get everyone dressed and into the car to the party 🙂
  
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