Every year I used to count on one thing… my dad’s stuffed mushrooms. They always brought a smile to my face, whether it was during super bowl or for my birthday, I could count on them once a year… maybe twice if I was lucky. Now that he’s no longer cooking my dinners, I have to make this happen myself.  It was always the same base but sometimes he would throw something else in there and confuse me. Well, for my craving I kept it simple, only adding a little mozzarella cheese, because I figured more cheese can’t be bad right?

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