I trust everyone is having a very generous Boxing Day and that the leftovers you sent home to your servants' families were of the highest caliber. Had I a staff, their loved ones would probably be confused this year upon unboxing what can only be described as an absurd number of edible balls.

I have already been asked by several people why my family had a Christmas dinner composed entirely of balls, to which I have mostly responded with a tired "I don't know." That's not 100% accurate. My brother and I joked about an all-ball meal at various points over the past 20 years, and in our family that is exactly the type of bluff that will eventually be called.


Sure it's silly, but everyone was 100% on board!

Even Dan got into the spirit, creating a highly festive Chex Mix ball.

We awarded him Nicest Try.

Sadly, this was a grueling process that drove him to the very brink of madness.

He is still clutching those tongs, three days later.

For the most part, though, this was a resounding success. A reROUNDing success.

Did I mention that I am tired.

Anyway, that is a thing that happened in my life, which is what you come here to find out about I guess.

Thumbs up, would create an entire menu around a geometrical theme again.

Next time I will tell you about the pudding.

I know, but it would be wrong to pretend it just never happened.

You can make some balls of your own while you wait: