Le polpette

The meatballs; Le polpette!

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Just why, you might wonder, are these meatballs so show-stoppingly divine? Well, for starters, the lemon zest elevates things to new heights. In my opinion, any meatball that takes itself seriously should be required to include a subtle foundation of zesty yellow snow.

Secondly, the combo of beef and pork is critical. Coming from me, a gal rather ambivalent about pork (excepting bacon, of course), this is really saying something. But the pork lightens the mixture, in both color and density, and makes more complex the flavor of meat in the ball.

There is just enough milk-drenched bread to hold things together, and in fact, it lightens the mixture up too. The sauce could not be simpler but, as are so many of the most basic recipes, it is perfect. No more than onions sauteed in oil, some garlic and lots of canned tomatoes plus their juices, it's a slowly simmering sauce that sumptuously enrobes the meatballs and slicks the pasta.

Lots of parmesan, many eggs, parsley and salt are the critically important supporting actors in this show, and you skimp on them to your detriment. The last great thing about these meatballs is how well they freeze. To make the whole batch in its entirety will take you at least two hours, probably three, maybe four. It's worth it. Make the whole thing at once, and then you can look forward to many a good meal that evening and well into the future.

Meatballs and a question

At what age do you get to stop managing -by which I mean literally bathing, helping dress, overseeing toothbrushing, reading stories, tucking in- bedtime for your kids? Because I am most definitely at the point of being largely uninterested in the process. In aggregate, I've done about 4,380 nights of this over the past years, and while I love, love to snuggle and kiss my boys, I am sick, sick of some of the other biz. In all honesty, when does this part of raising kiddos become more their responsibility than yours? Today was like a best-case marathon: it's not too cold, not too hot; you aren't sidelined by muscle spasms or chafing; your pace is strong; no one around you is a dick. Yet at the end, you are wiped out. Fried. Spent. Beat. Blur story short, we saw family, took several walks and bike rides, I made one million meatballs, we watched Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, and finally, praise the goddess of tired mamas, the boys are in bed as of 2 seconds back.

Oliver had a ginormous meltdown about his bath. "I want to have a HAND BATH!! A HAND BATH!! Not a tub bath!"

What, pray tell, is a hand bath?

Apparently, it is a bath given via washcloth whilst standing outside of the tub on a mat. I told him he best figure out how to do it by himself or ask Dad.

Jack had a lunatic fit about the fact that I asked him, after waiting patiently for five minutes, if he was ready to walk to CVS. Ol and I decided to make the short trip without pouting J.

At this point, by which I mean right now, I am enjoying a generous second glass of wine, watching T cook the fresh pasta (aah, fresh linguine!), and eagerly anticipating the best meatballs in.the.world.

PS- Was anyone else completely overwhelmed by the Black Friday sale promotion going on today?  Aah. All the ads felt like The Blob was approaching...