And if you've ever tasted one - consider yourself lucky. Just how lucky, I didn't even realize until this year.
Of course I am talking about CHEESBALLS!
They have been a Christmas tradition since I was a 4th grader, and it is one that both Punk and Kooka say they want to share with their own kids someday.
There is much love and time and mess that goes into our Christmas concoctions. Kooka loves the grating and squishing. Punk loves the grating, squishing and nibbling. I love everyone being together laughing and happy. Everybody wins.
Well, not everybody.
I was informed this year, that due to our limited supply of cheesey goodness, a person must be deemed "cheesball worthy" to receive one. Punk and Kooka claim it's an honor to make the list.
Qualifications include: being a blood relative (DNA samples required), or being in general someone who has made no attempt whatsoever to piss off Punk or Kooka throughout the entire year. It helps if you have lobbied for this cheeseball throughout the past twelve months by sucking up, telling them how smart they are, giving them candy, piggy back rides, or reading long stories to them.
If you don't fall into one of those categories you better get working on next year. Our freezer full of cheese is dwindling.
The two best parts - squishing and nibbling.
1 comment:
Recipe, please?
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