making pork meatballs

I’ve never pretended to be a good cook, and I’m not much for experimenting. But I had some ground pork in my freezer that I wanted to use, but I couldn’t figure out what to do with it. To be honest, I’m not sure why I even bought it. I was in Chinatown and the meat is just so much cheaper down there than up here, I felt compelled to buy some. Yeah … I impulse-bought pork.

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Anyway, I made pork meatballs out of it. It was actually kind of fun to make them. I wasn’t really sure what went into meatballs, but how hard could they be? They’re basically just balls of meat, right? Well, a quick search of AllRecipes led me to a myriad of different recipes, so I decided to just wing it. When I made bread the last time (it was a rosemary-potato bread), I turned part of the loaf into breadcrumbs. I mixed some of those breadcrumbs with parmesan cheese, garlic powder, salt, and pepper. Then I was going to add an egg … but I forgot. I squished all of that with the ground pork and formed meatballs. Yay!

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Then I wasn’t sure whether to fry or bake them. Online it seemed like either way would work, so I decided to just fry them in some olive oil because I didn’t want to turn on the oven just for a few meatballs. They fried up pretty nice, but it probably would’ve been better if I’d made them smaller. I cooked up some penne, simmered up some marinara (with the meatballs), and voila. The meatballs were a bit dry, probably since I didn’t add any egg and I cooked them too long because I was worried about them still being pink inside. Anyhow, it was a learning experience.

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[NOTE: This post originally appeared on a now-deleted blog and is reposted here for my own sake.]

making pasta

Yesterday morning I took part of the SAT. Oh standardized testing, how I have NOT missed you. Blah. Anyway, so I think I might have a job, a different one. This one would be to teach the SAT and some AP tests. The last one, which was to teach a public-speaking class in English kind of fell through, mostly because the boss guy didn’t really have his deal together and was annoying me.

Anyway, all went well. I made my own lunch – pasta. Easy, right? The classic staple “I don’t know how to cook, but I’m hungry” food. Went through a lot of pasta (of all different shapes) with Roommates 3 and 4. Especially 4. Wow, lots of pasta there. Fond memories. But hey now, I’m getting distracted. The reason why I bring attention to my luncheon of pasta is that it was supposed to be easy … if you have a can opener.

Who doesn’t own a can opener!? The pasta sauce was in a can (and expensive – yay for imported stuff). I searched all over the apartment and while the pasta was already boiling, I finally accepted that we own no can opener. I ended up opening the damn thing with a bottle opener and a garlic press. That was talent right there. I was darned proud of myself, and you should be too. Who knew making pasta could be such an adventure? But I have one question: Why do we have a garlic press yet no can opener?