Granny Thelma's Pimento Cheese

This recipe is one my Grandmother Thelma would make often for most holiday functions. A creamy cheesy southern delight. Served with buttery crackers it still remains a family favorite!

But first a little background story and tribute to the amazing woman behind this simple treat.

Thelma with my father Michael as a baby.

My Grandmother Thelma, where do I start? I remember my Dad dropping me off some mornings at the little white farmhouse she lived in, the one my Dad grew up in from the age of 9, there was nothing better than going to Granny's place. Dad would leave me with her for the day while he worked, his shop was across the street, usually I had my sister Molly with me. Granny would pile us into the car and we'd go to the grocery store. She would have her little list written out and she'd rip it in two sections and we would divide and conquer, Molly and I as a team grabbing what we could find off the list and maybe a little something extra a candy we wanted to try, ice cream, after all it was Granny she never said no to us. Back at the little farmhouse Molly and I go up to the barns and make hay forts, we'd climb the mulberry trees, or we'd go down to the stream and catch crawdads which if they were big enough Granny had been known to fry them up for us. She was such a warm person Thelma, she was the Granny who always had the tin of homemade cookies up on top of the fridge, the freezer full of homemade pineapple popsicles, and she always had a good story to tell you. From when she was a young girl to being a mother of three rowdy boys. She didn't have it easy now, she left an abusive marriage when my Dad-Michael-was only 8 along with his two younger brothers Johnny and Joe. She had been living in Venice, Florida working the night shifts as a nurse. Her Husband Arch was a no count drunk. She had enough and packed up her sons and moved back to her family's dairy farm in Long Green, Maryland to start over with her boys. Despite these hardships I rarely detected hurt or regret in my Grandmother's voice when she recounted these memories to us. She was a strong woman that led her life by faith. She was never a victim, she was always selfless. Ovarian Cancer took her from us a few years back. I wish she were still around, I would give anything to sit down and hear those stories again. I would give anything to be dropped off at Granny's house again and my Dad "forget" to pick us up at the end of his work day. Welcome news to Molly and I, it only meant a sleepover at Granny's house.

Making cookie dough with Granny. Molly (left) Allan (centered behind) Me (right) Abby (far right)

Serves 6


2 cups of grated cheddar cheese

4 ounces of cream cheese (softened)

1/8 cup of Mayonnaise

1 tablespoon of honey

2 generous tablespoons of Pimentos

1 teaspoon of apple cider vinegar

Salt and Pepper to the taste


Combine all ingredients and blend well. If you have a mixer that will make it easier if not just mix by hand with a spoon. Serve chilled with crackers and celery.


This does not have to be limited to a appetizer, melt on top of burgers, add to grits, scrambled eggs, or a grilled cheese.

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