It would be fairly safe to assume that today’s National Cheese Ball Day was designed with the intent of spawning a series of mini cheese ball sampling parties, each guest bringing their own so that everyone could walk around sampling each others’ balls. That’s just not my kind of party, though. I thought it might be fun to make one, but with the amount and variance of cheese, it costs half as much to just go out and buy one, so I did.
There was only one choice at the grocery store, sharp cheddar or port wine. There was a second, while I was staring at these two balls, when I had a rare moment of consideration because my daughter loves cheese, and even though I really wanted to try the port wine cheese ball, I know my daughter loves cheddar cheese and she would almost definitely choose that one if I asked her opinion. Then it occurred to me that there is just enough ingredient other than cheese in a cheese ball for my daughter to freak out and hate either one, so I quickly grabbed the port wine cheese ball without a word or a second thought.
Cheese balls aren’t that amazing, actually. At a party, I find myself hitting the celery and ranch a lot more than the cheese ball and crackers. I mean, it’s a fancy looking thing, and tastes pretty interesting. It’s quite nutty. But, wouldn’t any of us much rather have a mini plate of cheese cubes? Maybe some sliced swiss?
Here’s a recipe for a cheese ball that I actually would have made if there was a reason to make it or anywhere to bring it at all, but I’m sorry, I just can’t get too into these cheese balls. Meanwhile, I did eat about one-third of the thing. They’re addictive! Something dark and sinister is at work in that nut slathered orange ball of goo. I don’t understand it, and I don’t want to.
For now, however, the moment is done. So, here is how I would prefer to handle the rest of this entry: THE END
See you Thursday for National Animal Cracker Day!