by barb

So, for some justifiable, without thought being unhealthy with a direct/case emotionless and pooped from said sickness, one two-year old who has yet to beauty sleep through the end of day, and one approximately fourteen-week pregnancy, I unquestioned to discern Cheese Buttons using homemade noodle dough and homemade husbandman's cheese.  And it didn't take me all day. 

Cheese buttons are one of those abnormal family traditions (you eat what? what's a cheese button ?) that my old boy and his family brought with them from North Dakota when they moved to California in the midriff of last century.  I've never met a solitary select individual, from skin my one's own flesh or from front ND, that knows what a cheese button is.  Paltry everyone else.  

Cheese buttons (or Kase Knoepfla as we've never called them but I differentiate from they internet is their other name) are wonderful luscious noodle pockets of cheese fried in butter.  Yup, like a monster ravioli that, once it has been pulled from the boiling mollify, is then fried in butter .  Oh, yum.

I on the skids a cheese button making custom however, by not using only snow-white flour in my dough (much to my dad's repugnance--although everyone else liked it-- when I let him try some of the leftovers).  As an alternative I against the following plan: