Ingredients:
- sausage meat
- cheese
- various spices
Preparation:
First, the sausage, cheese, and spices need to be mixed together. Dump the ingredients into a bowl, and stick your hands in and mix the spices until it looks just right.As I am mixing I see the face of a chocolate lab looking up at me with the biggest eyes ever. In his head I know he is thinking "ooooo I want some, gimmee gimmee some." I would always try not to give him any but it never failed that I would cave in and give him a few little bites. After I finish mixing the ingredients together until they look just right I give rebel (the chocolate lab) his few bites. He has accomplished his mission of getting his taste and goes to lay down on his bed beside the island.
Now that it is all mixed it is time to roll the mixture into balls and set them on trays. Once they are on the trays they go straight to the oven. Usually once they are in the oven I either get started on another recipe that needs to be cooked. I may also snack on some of the food that has already been prepared. I would always have the same excuse to eat the already prepared food "let me taste that to make sure it is safe to eat." This excuse always worked year after year. My mom knew what I was but let me get away with it anyways.
Once they are ready to be taken out of the oven remove them out and put them in a serving dish. This was always my favorite part because I could always steal a few and then Rebel and I would go have a snack. Rebel was always in the kitchen just waiting on someone to start cooking. If he heard someone go in the kitchen and he wasn't already in there he would be standing right beside you in a second.
One thing that keeps coming up in my mind id there was always something cooking during the holiday season. There was never a dull moment in the kitchen, either mom would get focused on something else and burn something. The other issue that would come up is an outside problem would come up such as, Rebel eating the turkey two Christmas's ago. That feeling of something of something always going on is also what makes me like being in the kitchen.