Shane had a fancy working dinner at The Earle tonight, so I was on my own for the evening. We bought some ground turkey the other week for burgers, but, like Tuesday’s halibut, it lingered in the freezer. I pulled it earlier in the week with the thought of making meatloaf, but seized on the idea of spaghetti and meatballs this morning and just couldn’t shake it. I settled on this recipe from Giada De Laurentiis, though it is fair to say that I strayed far from the intended cheese-filled result. Somehow I couldn’t bring myself to pack most of my dinner calories into 3-4 meatballs, you know?
Well, maybe I should have. The meatballs I made bore little resemblance to those in Giada’s recipe – they were baked rather than fried, and the delicious delicious cheese was omitted. Tossed together with store-bought sauce, they were just – boring. So boring. The kind of boring where I really regretted the effort put into making and then eating the dinner. I regretted the boring meatballs, and I regretted the boring, watery sauce. The pasta was acceptable. If I hadn’t been so hungry, I might’ve tossed the whole thing out and started over.