Last month we had our annual potluck-in-the-machine-shed. I made bbq meatballs, the midwest potluck classic (but Fancy because: me[1]). Gooseberry was sick so I was actually watching her and outside for a whole of six minutes, Em was at the end of the line, so we only got one apiece, which was a shame.
Last night we fixed that:
I'm getting pretty good at eyeballing the amount of breadcrumbs needed for that batch of meat/egg combo and identifying when the mix has been beaten enough in the mixer for a nice, springy ball.
and also our beef investment ↩︎