Christmas Eve would not be complete without Zeppole Balls. I have forgotten the actual name for these fried dough balls bathed in honey and sprinkles but we make them every year just as my Italian grandmother did when I was a child. Jeanine made the dough, Maya was in charge of rolling it out into long strips, Nico cut the strips (with unusually high precision) into marble sized chunks, I cooked them, and Kyle cleaned up the mess. Our team effort resulted in one of our best batches ever.