I swear, sometimes, Daddy Bee is a big pain in my famous ass. That’s a tennis reference if you didn’t get it. He doesn’t give constructive criticism at all, but his face tells all. Which is actually really weird since he’s a poker face master. This week I’m going to be making all the dinners. I’m hoping for all sorts of freshness and hopefully some smiles on the old man’s face. 

I got the recipe for the turkey meatballs from momtastic.com and started with making that. Well… actually, I started by defrosting the turkey in the microwave because I completely forgot about having to pull the ground turkey from the freezer. I chopped veggies for the homemade marinara recipe I got from citronlimette. I actually cheated on the sauce recipe. I chucked everything into the blender after I chopped it. I don’t know if it made a big difference, but I liked how it turned out.

The Italian flag is Red, White and Green, right?

Once the meat was defrosted, it was as easy as throwing everything into a bowl and getting dirty. My kind of recipe… well apart from the icky mushiness of ground meat. It was like making a mud pie. Ahhh…. childhood.

Meatballs never look appetizing before cooking

Why am I always making things into balls? I always thought I was more of a square person, to be honest.

Then I fried the meatballs (sorry, I didn’t feel comfortable just popping them into a sauce and hoping they cook) and then cooked the sauce. I followed the directions on the box of whole wheat spag, drained the pasta and then folded into the sauce.

I liked it. It had nice smells and the pasta didn’t taste any different from “regular” pasta. The only thing (as usual) is that I didn’t add enough salt. Geez. I have a salt problem.

I love that square plate