Today I channeled me some
Julie and Julia and made Meatball Monday for Joe. In doing so I can happily cross numero uno off my
30 in 365 list!
I know what you're thinking..."big deal, you made dinner." Let me start off by saying there is only one thing on the
list I dreaded doing more than making this dinner and that is cleaning out the trunk of my car. I can almost promise you that will be the absolute last thing I do. I've had my car over 3 years and I've never taken anything OUT of the trunk, just thrown more crap INto it.
Anyway, back to the point. I hate grocery shopping, I HATE cooking and I HATE HATE cleaning. (Sorry guys, I'm taken). Women burned bras back in the day so lazy gals like myself could sit back and enjoy the fact that their boyfriend is kick-ass in the kitchen, right? Right!
For those who don't know, here's a little background on Meatball Monday (the capitalization is not an error...I'm pushing for this to be a National holiday): About 6-7 years ago my Mom's (marmy) usual once-a-week Meatball dinner started routinely falling on Monday nights. We Dunbars have a genetic condition known as the Sunday Sads. On a Monday morning in the middle of January-when it's 21 degrees on the LIRR platform-what more does a human being have to look forward to than some amazing Meatballs waiting for them when they get home?? It just kind of caught on and the rest is history.
Okay...I feel like explaining it didn't make it less weird. We eat Meatballs every Monday. And they're awesome. Get over it.
ANYWAY...back to the task at hand. Yesterday after work, with an ingredients list from marmy in hand, I went to Stop and Shop all by myself for supplies:
With recipe and ingredients ready to go...I got to work. Pictures of me in action taken by Joe.
Did I mention I am not really a fan of touching raw meat?? Plastic baggies over my hands and problem solved! (kind of, I think I gagged a little). I never claimed to be a normal person...
Finally the worst is over those meatballs are rolled and a'cookin...
Here's some photographic evidence that I made everything completely unassisted. While I was cooking Joe was doing this...
And Gillies was doing this...
Some garlic bread, some pasta and it's almost ready.
It looks good...but is it edible???
Verdict: SUCCESS!!
I am more than glad to cross this bad boy off the
list. I look forward to reverting back to my role of dish-washer and cheese-griller.
Happy Friday everyone!!