This week has been a massive failure, culinarily speaking. I think I ate out half the week, with the exception of last night, when Josh made Kraft Mac for us for dinner because I was too lightheaded to do anything but fall asleep after a very long day at work during which I ran around a lot and only actually ate one chocolate-banana smoothie and four homemade oreos.
These meatballs were the one gastronomical high point of my week, and that’s sad. The meatballs aren’t sad; they’re fantastic. What’s sad is that I have yet to follow them up with anything as delicious. To make it up to you, and to my poor, poor belly, I think I will make some barbecue this weekend and post all the mouth-watering photos that I can. That’s my gift to you. Or it will be. If I do it.
Anyway, I can’t really remember but I’m pretty sure I made these on Monday, before my week went completely to crap. I really love meatballs. I’m intrigued by them. Not the “Why the hell would you do that?” kind of fascination that I have with meatloaf, oddly enough, but a simple curious adoration (I’ll do anything for meatballs but I won’t do that?). In fact, if you recall, my previous iteration of this blog was chickenmeatballs.wordpress.com. It’s one of my food goals to master the art of meatball making (along with icing, pulled pork, chocolate turtles, pancakes, biscuits and a few thousand other things—luckily, I think I’ve got the chocolate chip cookie down). Well, this week I think I moved a tiny bit closer to my goal of meatball perfection. Continue reading