When someone else cooks dinner.
Yesterday afternoon Bossy’s daughter asked for a ride to the local market with her store list, and six hours of steady cooking later, the family sat down to spaghetti and meatballs and salad and homemade biscuits and brownies.
Bossy’s daughter was inspired by Bossy and her husband’s recent wedding anniversary, which slipped unnoticed as Bossy drove and drove and drove into a storm, and Vermont.
But back to last night’s anniversary dinner. Bossy wants to tell you about a little mistake that produced the world’s most delicious meatballs.
Here’s what: Bossy kept clear of the kitchen while her daughter dutifully attended to her recipes, but at some point Bossy decided to wander over to take photos of her daughter rolling meatballs. Except she wasn’t yet rolling meatballs, because she was still busy combining all of the meatball ingredients minus the meat:
Breadcrumbs, parsley, onions, olive oil, and egg — Bossy’s daughter had created a roux of sorts, mistaking one of the steps in her recipe. And only when everything else had assimilated, Bossy’s daughter added the meat, which came together in no time and produced the tenderest meatballs, which Bossy can only guess was because they weren’t overworked. Try it.