When I was a little girl, my grandma used to make date balls. I LOVED them. I remember one time I was at her house and she had a kitchen full of date balls. She the proceded to put them in boxes and send to all of her grandkids who were on missions. When I was a missionary I never got one of those boxeds, but I wished many times that I were one of the earlier missionaries in the family when my grandma was healthy and able to cook.I hadn't had them in ages and decided to make them a few weeks ago. I was so excited to share them with my husband and the conversation we had went something like this. Silly husband.
Me: Want a date ball?
Curtis: No.
Me: Why not?
Curtis: I don't like dates?
Me: I bet you've never even tried a date before?
Curtis: No, I haven't.
Me: Then how do you know you don't like them?
Curtis: I just know.
3 comments:
I would be Curtis in that conversation. That's funny, though!
Haha! Silly Curtis, yes, but I agree with Sarah that that's my initial reaction too! BUT!!! Now I'm super curious. Maybe you should just post that recipe so we can try them out ourselves!
Hilarious! That sounds about right for Mr. Picky...ha! I'll eat your date balls any time!
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