Little balls of mozzarella and piquante peppers are snack staples of the utmost importance at my house in Bayside. I say that because if at any time my mom doesn't have them in the fridge my sister is liable to start hyperventilating and bite whoever is standing closest to her. I went downstairs in the middle of the night recently and she was standing trance-like at the counter stuffing cream cheese inside of the peppers. Probably the most scared I've ever been.
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