spinach and parmesan meatballs

Finally we get some shopping, which is just as well as Davis, Brenda and B-Jamin are coming up for the weekend. Gallingly because we've been away we end up spending loads, and when it arrives I realise I've forgotten a stack of things and have to make an 'additional' list for Saturday. Further salt is rubbed into the wounds when I eventually discover the saffron hadn't arrived, shortly after the 24 hour refund-window. Gah!

Anyway, Friday is now the start of binge-drinking weekends as we're not (supposed) to be drinking through the week, so I crack open a bottle of vin rouge de table from Carrefour and settle to making enough meatballs for us this evening and to put in the freezer for the little boy.

The shambles continues in the kitchen. For some reason it takes *forever* to make, only partially because somebody was later to bed than usual. The only silver lining is the fact the anas don't really notice because she's half-cut on rose and she's on a transatlantic call from Mrs Hayley Fisher-Harlock. Consequently I'm left alone to drink and regularly 'test' the meatballs in peace, meaning dinner is triumphantly served at 2200 military hours.

sources
spinach and parmesan meatballs - Delicious, December 2007, p46