What possessed me will remain a mystery, but I decided to make meatballs this afternoon. A spaghetti dinner was probably on my mind, but as a rule I just make meat sauce. It’s ground beef one way or the other.
Earl, since he is often the sous chef, and I got the ingredients together. And he mixed them as only he can. He can blend anything to the right degree, so I knew the recipe was well mixed. Then we made the balls and cooked them in the oven.
As an aside, Earl does all the things I don’t like to do. Chops onions for anything, shreds zucchini for baked bread, mixes ingredients for other recipes that I cook. It’s appreciated.
He made the meatballs with a cookie scoop and we put them on a cookie sheet to bake according to the recipe. Less than twenty minutes later, we had funky looking meatballs somewhat smaller than a golf ball and certainly more crispy.
I sampled a couple and thought they were really salty. But then Earl will love them, because he eats with a saltshaker in his left hand. Tomorrow we’re having the aforementioned spaghetti and meatballs. Review of same to come.
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