Thursday, September 6, 2007

Meatball Confidential

We're not going to talk about how I made a batch of turkey meatballs with bad meat tonight. We're not going to talk about how I should have trusted my nose, not the use-by date on the package. We're not going to talk about how I wasted a whole jar of tomato sauce. We're not going to talk about how Wei and I ordered Chinese food after dumping the pan of meatballs down the drain.

We're just not. Tomorrow is another day.

3 comments:

Debbie said...

Sorry about that honey, we all have to learn that lesson. I can't tell you how many times I had to scramble to come up with something else when one of my ingredients "smelled funny".

Mom

Tony said...

Turkey is the Benedict Arnold of meats. It will turn on you in a heartbeat because it is bitter about being underappreciated.

Bridget said...

Mom -- Thanks! At least we didn't eat too much of it before deciding it was definitely bad.

Tony--I'll never trust that damned [pronounced with two syllables, please] turncoat again!