Every year around the holidays this church near my grandmother's work goes around selling cheese balls.
Let me tell you, it is fucking heaven in a plastic container. Grab a box of ritz crackers and you have cheesey, crunchy deliciousness. For those of you that have never had a cheese ball (the 12-year-old in me snickers every time I type that) it's made up of cream cheese, cheddar cheese, a teeny tiny bit of minced garlic and parsley, rolled in chopped pecans.
Let me tell you, it is fucking heaven in a plastic container. Grab a box of ritz crackers and you have cheesey, crunchy deliciousness. For those of you that have never had a cheese ball (the 12-year-old in me snickers every time I type that) it's made up of cream cheese, cheddar cheese, a teeny tiny bit of minced garlic and parsley, rolled in chopped pecans.
Whenever my grandmother comes home with one I just want to dive right in and never stop. Some people love chocolate or candy, I love cheese. So this is like crack to me.
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