“Five” balls
Dearest medjools. You make everything taste like dessert. And yet, you count as a fruit. One of mother nature’s true gifts. Dearest peanut flour. You’re so rare. So special. People have to seek you out and hoard you. These two together are like…heaven. No really. I named these treats “five” balls because the ingredients are oh so conveniently organized in fives. Ironically, the recipe yields more than five balls, but whatever. I suppose I could have just made really large ones in order to honor the name. But I didn’t. Oh well…. Read more >