Yesterday, when I got home from work, Mr. Spock and Muffin Man were in the kitchen and the house smelled terrific.
"What are you making?" I asked.
"MEATBALLS!" MM said quite proudly. "Did you know that meatballs are basically all the ingredients for veal cutlet, only you mush it all together?*"
"It smells fantastic. Can I help with anything?"
"No, we have this covered," he said nonchalantly. "You could set the table though, and you're going to have to clear the table ALL BY YOURSELF because you're the only one not cooking."
"That's the rule, all right."
So we had the most delicious and beautiful Swedish meatballs I have ever had in my life, served with noodles and Brussels sprouts.
And we're all having them again for lunch today.
*Muffin Man was in charge of measuring and post-egg-addition mixing. Mr. Spock rolled one meatball as a model, and MM did the remaining 35.
MS did all the heat-related activity since there were four things going on at once. And I am a bad, bad blogger because I forgot to take any pictures.
Through My Glasses, Dorkily
13 years ago
3 comments:
I am indeed jealous! LOVE Swedish meatballs, and have never had them homemade. Well done, Muffin Man and Mr. Spock!
nummers.
They were pretty good, though a picture would have looked about the same as a bowl of dirty rocks slathered in wallpaper paste.
The boy was an awesome assistant. First time I've done any cooking with him where his participation made it all add up to less work for me, rather than more. Bit of a milestone, that.
-ms
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