spinach and parmesan meatballs

Lucyfer Gusson, prepare your ovaries.

Once again a Nursery-induced cat nap means somebody is not really tired at bedtime. Normally we'd persevere trying to keep him in bed, and laying next to him until he drops off, but tonight as there is clearly no chance of him sleeping anytime soon we let him get up for a bit.

What usually happens when he's allowed up again is he becomes super-polite and super-cute, as if he knows he's on borrowed time. Tonight he takes it to a whole new level as he decided to help cook meatballs, which I seem to recall was something he's been keen to help with before.

After helping 'chop' various veg, he strips the rosemary:



Making the the meatballs, although his were more like sausages:



And finally dropping them into the tomato, carrot, celery, onion and rosemary sauce to cook:



Ooooooooh, I could eat him up! He didn't want to go to bed mind, and I had to promise he could hide some meatballs in the morning (like hell), but he was really good. I wonder if we can trick him into washing up next time?

The only downside of this evening is his mother, as that is who she apparently is, picked up rubbish tagliatelle rather than spaghetti. She's fired. Here's the end product though:



Food of the Milos
He wasn't happy getting up this morning I can tell you, but he was quite keen to ride to Julia's. For breakfast he had cheerios, apricots, raisins and bread and butter on the school run, followed by a post-Nursery lunch of sausage and mash, with veg. He only ate the sausages though, probably because he had a jam tart amuse bouche, but recovered his appetite for dinner: pasta and sauce, and two apples. He also ate some onion, carrots, garlic and rosemary whilst making the meatballs.

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