Back in high school I made a huge list of things I wanted to accomplish before I turned 21. Becoming a gourmet talented chef was one of the things I didn’t accomplish. So it follows that getting over my fear of handling raw meat was a goal I didn’t cross off as well.
I shouldn’t have been surprised when I found out that my husband’s favorite food group was meat. My life is way too ironic for me to end up with a vegetarian. The man would rather eat meat than anything. He ordered steak and pasta at Carino’s and when asked what sauce he wanted for his pasta he ordered meat sauce. Meat sauce to go with his steak. Then at a buffet when the whole family was going up for dessert, I came back with cake and ice cream and he came back with his third helping of roast beef. Yes, I do not kid with you. He loves meat!
Dinner at O’Charley’s. Isn’t he a cutie?!
One day I was feeling especially lovey dovey and sent Timothy a text saying that I would cook him whatever his heart desired for dinner. The answer: spaghetti and meatballs.
Oh Mylanta.
Meatballs involve not only touching raw meat, but getting up to your elbows in the nasty stuff and mixing it with eggs and spices and who knows what else. Yuck. So what do I do? Call my mom of course. She then gave me an amazingly tasty meatball recipe and told me where I could find gloves so I wouldn’t have to come into direct contact with the meat. Hallelujah!!!!
I then gathered my supplies, summoned all of my courage, and made … meatballs! Looking back, I would recommend that you put all your ingredients in the bowl before you put your gloves on. I put my gloves on first thing and ended up having to call my husband into the kitchen to get the lids off the containers of everything. He then made fun of me until I threatened to throw his beloved meat away.
Once I got past the initial horror of the feel of raw hamburger meat combined with egg slime, everything was just peachy. I rolled them into balls, threw them in the oven, and 30ish minutes later – out popped delicious meatballs!
Here they are in all their glory! See the steam?
For all you meatball pros out there, how was your first meatball-making experience? Did you use gloves? Do you have any tips or fancy meatball recipes? For those that have never tried meatballs and would like the recipe I used just comment or e-mail me. Or ask my mom. You can also ask her any home-related question you can think of. The lady is a wealth of knowledge.
~Whitney
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Whitney:
I found your story endearing, amusing and interesting. Brides, new and not so new should read your blog. I applaude your courage to venture to new places. I love it…..It made me smile and it made me proud. I know if I am proud that your mother is so very pleased and proud of the beautiful woman you have become!
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Karolyn Kirk Smith
Hmmm… I don’t know that I have every made spaghetti and meatballs. I have only made those appetizer-type meatballs that include grape jelly in the recipe?!?! Sounds horrible. I don’t remember them being bad, but who knows.
My husband would rather eat just about anything before he would eat Italian. So, there isn’t much Italian cooking going on in our house.
Did you make your own sauce? If not, what kind did you use?
Rachael
Grape jelly?! Oh my. You’re a brave woman.
I just used spaghetti sauce – the Ragu kind with vegetables in it. We eat Italian probably at least once a week. Timothy loves Italian food and I love it because it’s pretty much impossible to mess it up.
Loved reading your adventure, but the easest way is to buy them already made in the store. I’m old but I never make meatballs from scratch. Shush–don’t tell my family .
Well, I’m not a new wife – been married 23 years; but I thoroughly enjoyed your meatball adventure. When I first got married, my husband was the meat manager at a local grocery store. Because of our work schedules, we didn’t have a lot of time together, so I would go in and help him on Saturdays. I didn’t mind most of the raw meat, because a good soap washes the hands well, but when it came to beef livers, I nearly fainted. The only way I could manage to get them in a container after he cut them up, was to demand rubber gloves. He too, laughed at me, but none-the-less got me some rubber gloves.
I’ve read alot of your blog this morning, and really enjoyed your birthday celebration. You asked the question if you think the 2 of you are mature enough to be married? Absolutely! If you ever get to the place where you feel mature enough, you might not be having as much fun. I am going to suggest your website to a few newly weds that I know – I think you are very encouraging and fun to read. God bless you!
Oh my, beef livers sound awful! The things we do for love, right? haha!
Thank you so much for your kind words – they absolutely made my day! God bless you, too!
She’s right about the grape jelly….take a jar of chili sauce, a bottle of barbq sauce, and 1 cup of grape jelly & put in a crock pot…then add your meatballs…or my favorite, the little smokies…they are fantastic!
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