We were all bundled up, and packed into the car, the smells of buttered mashed potatoes making my mouth water. The snow hadn’t started yet, but the skies had been hinting at it for a week and by the end of the night, tiny snowflakes would be drifting to the ground to form the first layer of winter. We were gather at the Lighthouse, a regular building on a corner, where missionary and military families would be gathering to share a collective Thanksgiving dinner together.
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Every year around this time, mom starts making cheesball. Simply put, it’s a round ball made of cheese, and served with crackers. I’ve seen many a store-bought cheeseball with pimento cheese, rolled in almonds. This, my poor uncultured friends, is NOT a cheeseball. Yes, it might be labeled as one in the cheese section at Walmart, and may seem fancy, in it’s plastic wrapping, but this is NOT what the true meaning of the season of cheeseballs is. Continue reading “Secret Recipes: Mom’s Cheeseball”