Oh my, KD, you said dough balls, and reality hit me in the face HARD!

I have been making dough balls (5 at a time) since I was young. My mothers addiction didn't allow her to cook for us, so I would always go in the kitchen (quiet as a church mouse) and grab bread by the handful, run to my room, close the door, cry, and eat my dough balls.

I haven't cried for almost 7 years, but when the big D hits, me and my dough balls have a family reunion!

Dee