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There’s No Place Like Home for the Holidays

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I escaped for a little down time and was about to check my email when I overheard this conversation going on in the kitchen.

Grandma: What are you making there?

Dad: Sausage balls. (a Nash family tradition)
Grandma: Hmmmm?
Dad: SAUSAGE BALLS.
Grandma: What’s in those? I’ve never had those before.
Dad: Bob Evans sausage…
Grandma: Hmmmm?
Dad: BOB EVA-
Grandma: That means nothing to me. I don’t know who he is. I don’t know what he makes. So sausage. What else?
Dad: Bisquick and cheddar cheese.
Grandma: Bisquick and what?
Dad: CHEDDAR CHEESE.
Grandma: No sausage?
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