Those of you with a keen eye may have noted the lack of one basic recipe in my Italian offerings. What is spaghetti without meatballs? This recipe for my mother’s meatballs plugs up that hole. Now, if only the hole in my heart were as easy to fill. What…who… am I without my mom?
My girls have been after me to post more College Corner recipes for them and their friends at school. While they were home on winter break, Sara made our favorite sloppy Joes for supper one night; and we all thoroughly enjoyed them with some hasselback potatoes and a big green salad.
I know it’s redundant, but I am an Italian foodie. My two sisters and I grew up in a thoroughly Italian household with a Sicilian mom and a Neopolitan dad—both equally good cooks. My dad and uncle owned a small Italian restaurant together, and it was the place to go for great home style Italian food, including wonderful homemade pizza. My dad has passed on; but, to this day, even if my 80-plus-year-old mom doesn’t know you’re coming, she’ll pull a 5-course meal out of the fridge in no time flat.