Sausage balls: Bisquik+sausage+cheese whiz

Forgetting that I don’t like touching raw meat,  I committed myself to making sausage balls for my work’s annual Christmas ‘treat week,’ where each department is designated a day to bring in food for the company for the week before Christmas. Sausage balls are just as bad for you as they are completely delicious, and a holiday breakfast situation is not quite the same without them so I volunteered to make them.

Well, Journal Communications (my treat week destination) doesn’t know how lucky they are that the sausage balls made it to their paper plates this morning.  Not only did I almost quit the baking process while wrist deep in raw sausage and fake cheese due to my gag reflex, but I had a little run in with our wintery weather on my way this morning. Sausage balls, purse, gloves and book in hand, I stepped out onto the metal stairs in front of my condo. Not being able to see that the stairs were completely encased in ice, I slipped. Before I new it, my glasses flew off my face, book, purse, and yes the sausage balls, flew out of my hands and I landed at the BOTTOM of the stair case…hard! I wasn’t sure If I should laugh or cry, cause man that hurt! Without getting too graphic, lets just say I have a 6 inch bruise that got bigger by the hour throughout the day. Luckily the container containing my special treat was air tight and still attached when I finally made it to solid ground, and we both made it safe and sound to  work, a little late:)

After my morning mishap, the rest of the day went pretty smooth. I ate my fair share of treats, I got a little Christmas shopping done, made a stop at Kroger to get supplies for a quiche for tomorrow (tis the season for potlucks) and ended up meeting up with some friends at Cafe Cocoa, a coffee shop in Nashville, to listen to some music. All is well that ends well.