Meatballs are so much more than food to me. They embody a big piece of my childhood, and dear loved ones whose memory I’m able to keep alive each time I make them. The moment preparation begins, I’m instantly transported to happy memories, and one ritual in particular.
Twas the night before Christmas, and Jennifer freaked out. In the middle of cooking, her power went out. With dozens of guests already en route, Her feckless attempt at a meal was moot. She went through her iPhone, Twitter and spam, Surely someone could spare a ham. But who would be cooking? That was the key. With a gasp she knew, and called C.C. “Code Blue in the kitchen!†she frantically said. “If I don’t come up with a meal, I’m dead!†“Don’t worry,†said C.C. “I’ve got a good vibe, Let me call Brogan and rally the tribe.†Together…
