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I call it RV Pimento Cheese. I got it during an adventure-and-mishap-filled trip to New Orleans.
It started, as many great adventures in my life do, over a few drinks at a dinner party.
“Hey, why don’t y’all come with us?” our friend T.C. said after describing his upcoming RV trip.
Next thing we knew we were sleeping in our “bed” on top of the kitchen table in a rest stop in Who the Hell Knows Where, Alabama, under the flickering lights of a disco ball. Things just got weirder from there.
Read on for the story and recipe.
– Jan Schroder, The Travel 100