Ever since I was very young it’s been customary with me to have spaghetti or some sort of pasta for supper at least once a week; usually Wednesday. However, for the past fifteen years or so it’s always been plain pasta and sauce, no meatballs. I had just lost my taste for them. Then about two weeks ago I got a craving for meatballs. So, I decided to make my own, something I had not done before but how hard can it be? Mix some stuff in a bowl and throw it in the oven. I went online to get a few meatball recipes. Wow, there must be a hundred thousand of them! I guess the days of picking between one or two recipes in the Betty Crocker cookbook are over. Anyway I found a couple of simple recipes and headed off to the store to buy what I needed. I got breadcrumbs, garlic, oregano, parsley, an onion, eggs, Italian seasoning, etc. I bought two pounds of lean hamburger instead of one; enough for a double batch. I figured if I was going to have the oven running I might as well fill it up. Well, I preheated the oven, mixed everything up, formed the goo into balls, stuck them on a baking sheet and popped them in the oven. (All the time Mrs. OG is watching me and shaking her head. She has no faith in my culinary abilities.) Over the course of a half hour I turned them over a few times to evenly brown them. That’s when I noticed that the smell of onion and spices seemed exceptionally strong. I took them out to cool and they really stunk up the house. Once they were cool enough to taste I sampled one and almost gagged, it tasted like I had stuffed ten cloves of garlic and a bottle of Italian seasoning into my mouth. I performed a post mortem and figured out what happened. I rooted around in the rubbish and located the hamburg wrapper. Apparently I picked up a one pound pack of hamburger at the store thinking it was a two pound pack. So I seasoned the hamburger twice as much as I should have. Also I bought pre-seasoned breadcrumbs instead of plain by mistake. Needless to say we had no meatballs with the spaghetti the next day; I threw them in the trash. I was going to dump them down my disposal but I was afraid they would damage the piping. So I told you this story because I wanted someone to send me an easy recipe for meatballs that is foolproof. However, the more I think about this ordeal don’t bother. Next time I want spaghetti and meatballs I’ll go to the Olive Garden.
“Chef” OG
“Chef” OG
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"Do not regret growing older, its a privilege denied to many."
"Do not regret growing older, its a privilege denied to many."