I grew up in Minnesota—the land of too many snowballs. So it’s probably no great surprise that I had little desire to try Russian Snowballs. Of course, I also thought they were made of coconut. I don’t like coconut. Ewww.
Now that I’ve traded the frozen tundra for palm trees and flip-flops, the word snowball no longer makes me scream in terror, thus making Russian Snowballs much more appealing these days. Plus, there is no coconut. Only lovely, luscious almonds, butter and powdered sugar. Oh baby. Okay, there are one or two other ingredients, but you get the idea.