Improvisation.

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I have been teasing myself with spaghetti and meatballs for days now.  It was becoming downright cruel.  I decided to go for it.  A quick search, finding no bread, panco, or other mixings of that sort wasn't going to put me off.  Grains?  I found about a pound of six grain mix.  Usually used for breakfast, if not recently.  No bugs, though, I suppose, a quick check and if the right kind of bug?  Meh.  No worries this time.  Look, if you are thinking of wild living you had best get used to eating what is for to eat, not what you want.  Now, since I used unprocessed grains, just cooking the meatballs through will not be enough.  I had thought to soak them in the marinara for a bit, an half hour or so at least.  Now it's not so much an option as a requirement.  Just a dandy one... if I will suffer, it will be worth it.

So, next to check the meat.  It smelled not only okay but good.  I was a bit surprised.  I was almost hoping it was even a tad off.  While my belly wants the food, my... ask me later... wants to sit.  Anyway, with everything a go, I put the spices, herbs, salt, meat, and grains in and went to mix.  Hrm?  I had always hated watching eggs go into such mixes.  I figured it was just a way to lessen the expense.  Or because mom's like gooey things.  Tricksies, womenzes.  Well, they are.  However, perhaps not on this particular thing.  Yeah, fine.  Eggs were required to pull it together.  Sorry mom.  Yes, I have had this grudge against that process since I was a child.  I was a very different child.

Well, one side is done, so I flipped and am crisping the bottoms of the meatballs.  Not required, just... I like a bit more crunch... a more solid texture.  The marinara is going.  When the timer goes off, in they go... half of them... or whatever seems about right.  If all else fails, I can use the spares for a snack as are, or with salsa, on chips, with cheese, sliced up a bit?  Maybe.  Oh, I shouldn't tease, even accidentally, by talking of food.  So very hungry.

Ah, you know what is next?  Especially now that I have several types of fresh pork sausage?  Scotch eggs.  Here.  Doh!  No more food stuff for a while.

Later.