On
top of spaghetti all covered with cheese.
I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed.
I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed.
It
rolled off the table, it rolled on the floor,
And then my poor meatball rolled out of the door.
And then my poor meatball rolled out of the door.
Tune by The Weavers (On Top of Old Smokey)
It all comes
down to food in the end, doesn’t it? I have tried to avoid the subject, but
there is no getting around it, is there? Here’s my recipe for Italian meatballs
for the classic dish of spaghetti and meatballs.
1 lb. ground beef
¾ cup Italian bread crumbs
1 egg
½ cup shredded Parmesan cheese
2 slices American cheese, torn into bits
½ tsp. Kosher salt
¼ tsp. ground pepper
2 Tbsp. olive oil
Using hands, combine all ingredients
thoroughly. I usually use disposable plastic gloves for this part to preserve manicureJ. In non-stick skillet, warm olive oil at medium high
heat. Form meatballs into walnut sized, tightly packed orbs. Gently add each
one into the pre-heated pan. Continue until all of the meat mixture is used.
Gently turn with spatula until centers are fully cooked—20 minutes or so.
This recipe is a direct descendent of my
mother’s recipe. Her meatballs were the size of tennis balls; mine, the size of walnuts
for quicker, easier, more thorough cooking. Same evocative taste though. Funny how
food, music, and fragrance can transport a soul right back to childhood, college
life, travel on the road…
When I smell the classic Chanel No. 5, I
invariably expect my dad to appear in his tuxedo (with extra wide bow tie a la 1970’s) and my mom in her gown,
complete with (fake) fur, ready to go out for the evening. This meant only one
thing, of course, the impending arrival of a babysitter with the chance to
sneak by bedtime into the wee hours of the night (10pm). Accompanying this
fragrance is the wafting from the oven where aluminum trays of Hungry Man tv
dinners were heating; Salisbury steak with apple pie being the cuisine de choix. My brothers and I
could and would sing rousing renditions of the children’s classic, On Top of Spaghetti while we waited for
the events of our parents’ evening out to unfold.
So I make these meatballs every so often
for my family to the same rave reviews. It puts persons in a great mood; but
strangely enough, leads to arguments after this particular meal more often than not. Why is that?
Arguments in the present and a generation ago. Strangely odd odds… Feels better to
put this tidbit of my childhood out there in the “ether”. Perhaps someone can add to this phenomenon if
it resonates?
11 comments:
that is very yummy!!!!!!! thanks for sharing with the world...another great book, also with meatballs in it is Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs!
That's another classic story! Maybe it will remind you of your childhood when you are older and someone asks you to read it to them.
Thanks for sharing!
I think that might have already happened with the cousins! Of course, I don't look back on my childhood, but I think reading a great book to a younger relative is such a happy thing! Think of all the things that must run through their head when they see the mountains of jello and the mashed potato hills...:)
I think reading to the next generation is a great gift to their education and creativity.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts!
Brothers,
Hope you are reading this. Does anyone remember drinking milk, Hi-C, Hawaiian Punch (out of tin cans) from plastic red cowboy boot mugs complete with built-in straws? I do!
What is it about the immigrant experience that makes us cling to the food from the "old country" and all of the nostalgia associated with it; and at the same time fostering a love/hate relationship with the food of the adopted homeland?
This is Proustian. But I didn't have any babysitters because I was mostly looked after by my older siblings. I did like meatballs.
You were v. young at Parson La. Not involuntary memory; recollection of actual events.
Thx for reading and trying recipe-- needs more wonder bread breadcrumbs tho.
You were v. young at Parson La. Not an "involuntary memory"; recollection based on actual events. Memory and writing based on recollections can be a convoluted path, yes?
Glad that you enjoyed the recipe (old or new). Needs more Wonder Bread "breadcrumbs".
thanks for reading and commenting.
Mom rightly advises me that I left out essential green ingredient of chopped parsley for that certain "je ne sais quoi"!
Thanks, mom!
Just made this recipe for the umpteenth million time. Still does not disappoint!
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