I usually make batches of meatballs and freeze them so I can take what I need out for Sunday dinners. I haven't made a batch in a while and My Wonderful Husband and the kids were all requesting them, so today was operation fill the freezer with meatballs. I make pretty good meatballs if I must say so myself...after lots of practice and coaching from two of the best cooks I knew - my parents. I realized today when I started the process that I hadn't made any meatballs since my dad passed away and it was a little bitter sweet this morning. But as I started chopping, mixing, and rolling I found a groove that was sort of theraputic. As the aroma of cooking meatballs starting permeating the house, my heart flooded with memories of the countless times that I smelled that aroma in my life. That smell will always make me think of home and my parents and it will always make me smile - I am so glad I can fill my house and my heart with that smell! xo
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