Scrumptious Potato Balls

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Well, my sis and I are trying out these really amazing potato balls. They're as simple as anything and cost next to nothing.

All you do is boil about 4 medium potatoes and mash them.

Then you put in a little salt and pepper, a little sprinkling of dried mixed herbs, half a cup of either cheddar or mozzarella cheese (grated) and a little finely chopped spring onions. You need to add in two tablespoons (heaped) of bread crumbs for dough like consistency.

Make them into small balls and dip in flour paste (slightly thin with salt and pepper and water) and coat with bread crumbs.

Deep fry.

And enjoy, with all my love to you.


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