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Cheese Straws

We have a new neighbor and she is delightful. She moved north from the south somewhere. I can only understand 1/2 of what she says, but my husband gets it all. She wondered if I could whip her up some good ole southern cheese straws.

Of course, I had not a clue what she was referring to. Being the helpful neighbor that she is, she emailed me a link.

I was dutiful and followed the link and realized that it might be important to have the “right” kind of cookie press to fulfill her request. I went to the city and bought the correct cookie press and gave it go.

She came back and asked my husband how he could live with me and they had a good laugh. I simply said “He does most of the cooking, you might want to give him a paper recipe for anything you may want as the doesn’t love computers.”

This is going to be a very fun addition to the our little neighborhood. I am looking forward to getting to know her better.

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  1. My late Grandma, (she was also my best friend) used to make some cheesy, doughy crunchy little sticks, she called them Cheese Straws. I could die for them. Unfortunately, when she passed, she left no recipe! One day, about 2 years ago, I suddenly had a craving for those “special” Grandma’s Cheese Straws. I tried several recipes from Miss Google but although they were okay, they just weren’t Gran’s version. So, I decided to let her, tell me what to do, seriously, I asked her to guide me. The first thing she said was, “Put all of the ingredients back into the cupboard except for the flour, cheese, salt and get the Cayenne pepper from the spice rack. Well, she got me to add a bit of this and a pinch of that and when they were ready, it was as though she literally baked them herself. I passed them around to taste and needless to say, my brother and sister who were visiting us agreed, they were the real thing. This time around, I made sure everyone had a copy of the recipe. Was that really my gran’s spirit guiding my hands? I believe so, who can say. Thank you for allowing me to tell my story. Andre’ P.S. Neighbors are great, I’m one too.

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