Well, in my case, it walks! It’s still good though.
Today is the first Sunday in way too long that I haven’t been under lockdown quarantine rules. I celebrated by taking a long (13K) morning walk out to the old Navy base and back via the National Highway.
And the freedom has only just begun! More announcements of bar openings today, including one of my favorites–Cheap Charlies. I’ll be popping in for a cold one (or two) later this afternoon.
And speaking of memories, two years ago my rescue dog Buddy was rescued yet again.
Yesterday I had some girls over to the house. Made up a batch of spaghetti with meatballs. Served it with broccoli and cornbread. Sorry, for some reason I neglected to take any photos of the food. It was all fine I think although I was a bit surprised that the most popular dish was the broccoli. Go figure.
Jessa spent the night with me again but her Aunt Flo from Redlands was visiting so all we did was sleep. She seems like a nice young woman. I’m not sure why I don’t have a stronger attraction/connection with her. As I walked her to the trike stand this morning she asked me how I was feeling. I told her I was feeling okay. She clarified “I mean, how are you feeling about me?” Yikes! I just told her I was taking things a day at a time and we’d see where that takes us. Yeah, it was a sucky answer but it really is the best I’ve got right now. Something in my gut is telling me that I’m destined to spend my life alone and maybe I should just accept that.
I’m not quite ready to give up though. Jessa may not be the one and if I determine that’s the case I’ll need to let her know so she doesn’t waste her time on me. I can already tell she is thinking of a future with me and that’s something I’m not ready to seriously consider at this point.
Maybe I just love my freedom too much.
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose,
And nothin’ ain’t worth nothin’ but it’s free,
Feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues,
And buddy, that was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
I pronounce myself curious to know more about those meatballs! I normally don’t do meatballs when I make spaghetti, but my boss is obsessed with them, so I had no choice but to make them for our luncheon.
Kev, I’m no chef. Probably “food warmer” best describes what I do in the kitchen. I buy the meatballs pre-made at Royal’s deli. I put them in the crockpot with some Italian seasoning, then add a couple of jars of pasta sauce. Then I let them simmer for a few hours. I usually don’t eat them with spaghetti, just put a little cheese on top and that’s my meal. I like them though!
Ain’t nuthin’ wrong with pre-packaged meatballs. All that matters is whether they taste good. If you buy another package of them, though, maybe try experimenting by making Swedish meatballs or meatballs in sweet sauce (I don’t know the proper name for these). My mom used to do the latter; I think she incorporated grape jelly into her sweet sauce, and those things were addictive. I’ve never tried making them on my own, but maybe one day…
For what it’s worth, making meatballs involves no more work than rolling up some bits of ground meat (for Italian-style meatballs, that normally means a combo of beef, pork, and veal, but straight beef is fine), then you either brown the meatballs or put them straight into your red sauce and let them simmer until cooked through. If you’re simmering a couple of hours, well, that’s dedication! Seriously, though, they’re no big deal to make. You could even invite some cute little ladies over to help you with the task if you ever decide to have a meatball-themed festival.
I’d recommend searing the meatballs first before putting them into your red sauce, even if you’re using pre-packaged meatballs. The outer sear adds a good bit of flavor to the final product.
We’ll make a chef outta you yet!