Last week I was talking with my mother when she asked if I had ever eaten frozen grapes. I told her that I hadn't, and in fact I'd never even heard of them.

She made them sound appetizing as a sweet snack or as a “grape cube” in a drink. So, when I went to the grocery store yesterday I decided to pick up a batch that were on sale. When I reached for the bag, I had a conversation from a book pop into my head.

“We can take a shorter drive," Laura answered. "But we want to go to Lake Henry. This is about our last chance for wild grapes, now they are frosted,"Almanzo told her.

That's when I remembered that I had read about frozen grapes in These Happy Golden Years, my favorite Laura Ingalls Wilder book.

(Yes, I'm a grown woman who can quote Little House books. Don't judge me.)

We don't watch sports. In fact, the only time we know which sports season it is happens when our friend, Steve, changes his phone availability from baseball to football season.

“Hey, I was working on our project, and I have a question about that thing I'm writing for you.”

“Nope, I can't talk now. The Lions are on.”

“Oh, is it that season already?”

So, considering our lack of attentiveness to the wide world of sports, it's kind of amazing that we've recently become insanely obsessed with the show Friday Night Lights. The show is about a small town high school football team in Texas and we watch at least a couple of episodes on Netflix every night.

And when I say we're “obsessed,” it's not a joke. I went from knowing next to nothing about football two weeks ago, to screaming, “You've GOT no ground game!” during a recent episode.

So, when Superbowl Sunday rolled around we couldn’t have cared less. However, our fictional Coach Taylor and the Panthers had a big game, so I made us game food for dinner.

And it was awesome. The Panthers won the championship and we ate these crunchy and spicy chicken wraps in between cheers. We hope you Super Bowl fans enjoyed your game too.

The secret arrow in my holiday quiver is this cheddar cheese ball. It's simple to make, is incredibly addictive and can even make uneven gift giving seem on par. It's kind of magical that way.

For instance, my cousin gave us a DVD player (with Wi-Fi!) as an early Christmas present. I was stunned by the gift, and giddy as a schoolgirl. But, I wasn't prepared for a gift exchange the night before Thanksgiving. However I had made her a cheese ball as a surprise.

When I lamented the fact that the only thing I had for her was the cheese ball her face lit up.

“No, no this is awesome!”

Of course I'm going to get her a real gift, but from the look on her face I think she already believes that she's received a present.

Here's the recipe, I hope you enjoy it too.

I'm going to divulge a deep and dirty secret about being a food blogger. We live and die by daylight. Artificial overhead light ruins the look of food and the right light is tricky.

So, when the fall/winter light disappears by 3 p.m. in our north-facing apartment, it's difficult to take photos. Although, I do foolish things to still keep shooting. I've taken photos in the dark with the camera on a tripod - which can help. And I've tripped over our cats to get to the tripod, in the dark because I have to shut off all of the lights in the room to get the last glimpse of sunlight before twilight, without any incandescent light to confuse the camera.

“Ow, ow, ow.” Silly cats and coffee table.

And because I've been picking up a lot of food writing jobs with deadlines that don't necessarily coincide with weather, it's been getting ridiculous to keep up with the daylight.

So, a couple of weeks ago I said to Jedd: “I would love studio lights so that I can take photos past three o'clock in the afternoon.”

The next day he was home from work and watched me frantically cook and photograph a dish for a client before dusk, and then he got...weird.