Meatballs with Sausages: Breaking the Code of Silence
This post is about making meatballs, and how grandmothers are duplicitous, self-interested, conniving, and not to be trusted.
Recipes and also issues… sometimes both at once…
This post is about making meatballs, and how grandmothers are duplicitous, self-interested, conniving, and not to be trusted.
This is not the comfort food steam table stuff. This Salisbury steak is cleaner and satisfies a different hankering.
Does this way lie madness? Perhaps, but it also leads to some damn fine maple syrup.
I got a knife for Christmas. I used it to make beef stew. The beef stew was *GOOD*.
Given the choice between abandoning an imprinted notion of sexuality and this grilled spaghetti sauce, I chose the sauce.
Considering the ingredients, that should elicit a “Lé Fresca, Sherlock,” but given the hindsight obviousness of the combination, it was better than expected.
Over the last couple of decades I’ve played around with various versions of coq au vin, but I’ve always kept dominance over nature in mind.
I had a version of this Tomato Jam recently at a boule court and mason jar glasses bistro in Idaho. It was great. Here’s a recipe…
When a dish is as simple as beef Stroganoff it’s hard to sift through the claims of invention. It’s sliced beef in sour sauce.
These fires are so good. Every once in a while, I want them and I’m never disappointed. I have a sixteen year-old to do the messy clean up.
I don’t like just flaming a food place for being bad publicly, but a bad biscuit and offensive bacon is an aggression that cannot stand.
Lamb keema curry reminded me of something when I was a kid. The flavors are different, but we used to have ground meat over rice a lot.
If it were up to me, we’d have pasta with a variant of tomato sauce for every meal. Instead, we have things like Chicken Spiedini
“Tell me forty minutes before you’re ready.” Her eyes widened. “Forty minutes?” “Yes. I knew you didn’t know.”
I drank my room temp water and seethed. And then I had a thought: Is there such thing as a countertop ice maker? Oh, there sure is
I love replicating fast food at home. It’s like a game. But Chic-fil-A serves waffle fries and mandolins are so fickle.
Chop meat is/was fabulous so well enough was left be. A filet is a filet is still a filet, but a rillette is more equal than others.
Is minestrone pronounced minestrone-eh as if a Canadian was offering it to you, minestrone-ee as if there were no generous Canadians aboot?
We fast track that kind of thing, and for good reason. French onion dip is delicious. This onion dip is preferable.
All of this is true. I don’t live in Austin. I don’t live in San Antonio, Houston, El Paso, or Amarillo. I don’t even live in Texas. In fact, I hate the Dallas Cowboys...