On Saturday I set out to learn how to make meatballs… like my grandma used to when I was growing up. I’d make them with my mom for Father’s Day dinner the next day. I couldn’t wait!
“Here’s the recipe,” my mom says handing me a tattered piece of paper with a list of ingredients.
“Um… where are the measurements?” I asked skeptically.
“Oh! You don’t need any. Just add a little bit of this and a little bit of that,” my mom said in reply.
We added a little bit of this and a little bit of that to make the sauce.
Then we added a little bit of this and a little bit of that to make the meatballs.
“Ok…lift the meat up to your nose. Do you smell the garlic?”
“So add some more! And then you can taste it if you want. That’s what grandma used to do. To make sure it tasted just right before frying them.”
“Taste the raw meat?! Are you crazy! No thanks!”
“As a kid we used to always eat raw meat. The butcher would deliver it to the house and before grandma could do anything with it, each of us 7 kids would take a little bit for a snack. Delicious!”
“GROSS! but if I have to…”
The big reveal came Sunday evening. The dinner was a success! Everyone liked the meatballs!
Woo hoo! I did it! Now to practice replicating “the little bit of this and a little bit of that” so I can make this deliciousness on my own.