Let's eat!

Hi. My name's Carol, and I love food. No, you don't understand. I love food. If I were on the Titanic, I'd be in the galley (kitchen) eating up the chocolate pudding and the roasted quail. I go to most events, activities and parties just for the food. The company and the conversation are secondary. Here, I'll try to document everything that goes into my mouth. Aren't we excited? Oh, hey, are you gonna eat that?

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Spaghetti with Chicken Meatballs



I admit, the picture at CookingNook.com got to me. I was on the look-out for a really good spaghetti and meatballs recipe, one that didn't make me puke with too much heavy, spicy, overly red tomato sauce and more sauce to noodle ratio as is typical of middle America. This looked doable and edible.

The only problem was, when I made it, I used double the amount of crushed tomatoes (28 oz.) the recipe called for. My husband brought me both Cento and San Marzano, at my mindless request. I'd never had Cento before. Thought I'd add it in. There wasn't enough tomato sauce for my liking anyway. Well, the Cento took the sauce to that heavy space I wanted to avoid. Ugh, a tad too sweet and too goopy. But the chicken meatballs were awesome, surprisingly tasty--even without an ounce of egg for binder. The cayenne was a surprising touch.

After one failed dinner, I let the meatballs in sauce sit in the fridge for about three days before I had the bright idea of buying Mario Batali's surefire jarred arrabiata sauce. Tonight, I threw that in, let the sauce simmer, added tons more table salt (that's the key), and tried again.

Much, much better.

But I'm still in an Asian-cuisine-only mood. Sigh.

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