Sunday morning Beignets.

Every time I'd go to Maryland to visit my Grammy and Pappy when I was younger we'd make Beignets, that was one of Pappy's specialties. I was at the grocery store the other day and saw the mix and thought I'd pick up a box so Mallory could enjoy them as well. Today was the day we made them.

Perfection.

At this point there was already so much of a mess I just let her enjoy it.