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Cloudy. Meatballs Anyone?

It is cloudy and the sun is still perfuming the clouds with its light. Planes are flying by to land about 20 miles south and at night I love to see the lights. The sound is fine from a couple of miles away. Every year I look forward to the Air Show where we have cheap seats from the balcony. Our balcony.

Our Swedish neighbor has taught me Kottsbullar, Swedish Meatballs. I’m preparing for my final exam (I get to teach him true Texas Chili and test him as well) I’m working out new versions.

I made turkey meatballs for my husband last night. No, you can’t have any, as he finished them off. OK, I gave the dog two, only because she stayed out of the kitchen while I was preparing them and they went directly into her dinner bowl with less dinner.

Dee’s Turkey Meatballs

1 # ground turkey, I prefer dark meat for this for flavor

Fresh ground bread crumbs in milk or Panko in milk to soak and soften (with Panko you’ll have to check and add more milk to make a paste, not a soup)

One large egg, lightly beaten

One scallion, chopped with 1T flat Italian parsley

Dash of Worcestershire

1/4 cup freshly ground Parmigiano Reggiano

Salt and pepper, perhaps a pinch of chili of your choice, perhaps 1/2 tsp basil or oregano, whatever seasoning you prefer.

Break up the meat lightly with a fork, I like to combine ingredients so they get into the meat mixture. Add everything. I like to use a fork to start as to not compress the meat. Then it’s hands on. Add more bread crumbs if it’s too wet to roll but leave it wet because it’s turkey and needs the fat.

350 oven, for about 25 minutes. I use a cookie pan lined with foil and sprayed with non-stick stuff on which to place the meatballs. Roll them and bake them and then take them off and place in a pan with your tomato sauce of choice, homemade or otherwise, simmer gently for about 20 minutes while you’re cooking your pasta, serve in bowls with more grated Parm. Voila, dinner!  Cheers from Dee

ps My husband is home for an entire week! Never mind that most of the time I was his nurse, trying to get him over a nasty flu and to eat again. I started bland then moved on and now he’s eating steak and spaghetti and meatballs and perhaps pot roast tonight. What a great idea! Thanks for that.

I Know

when looking at a restaurant menu, what my husband will order. I’ve known all my life what my brother will order, and he’s difficult because if anyone orders the same thing he’ll choose something else on the menu.

I look for my favorite thing, then my second, and I let them have the first choice. With my brother it’s usually lamb, husband, beef. Yes, I’ve graduated college and culinary school but most of my social life is intuition and reading people. I can’t tell you how I do it but aside from learning which fork to use and walking with a dictionary on my head I don’t know, except the fancy manners stuff all came from my mother.

My husband is a physicist, now a software consultant. He wrote software for stock and oil/gas trading systems so comes from a technical bent. I am soc/psych. He knows things I’ll never comprehend and just know enough acronyms to read/revise his resume. He’ll never know what I know because I don’t know how I know it. It’s ingrained.

Between us it makes quite a pair. Husband and wife, brother and sister. We each operate from different sides of the brain and it makes us stronger when we work together. Right now I took on a CEO and won. My brother will be doing so as well, not to compete with me but to make a point, as I did.

Is it difficult to give up my lamb or beef dish at a restaurant to keep my husband or brother happy? No. There’s always fish, which I love. Cheers! Dee