I've been craving sauce and meatballs for weeks now. Finally, on Saturday, I had time to make a batch of sausage, meatballs and sauce. I also was going to make bracciole, but after 3 hours of making the other stuff, my energy was sapped, so that meat is in the freezer, to be made at a later date.
Of course, when I said I was making sauce, my friend asked "with sausage". "Of course". "Great, sausage, peppers and onions...I love that." "No, it's sauce, with meatballs and sausage for pasta". "But I don't want pasta, I like sausage peppers and onions."
So, of course, I made the onions and peppers and bought rolls and dinner turned into meatball and sausage sandwiches, with peppers and onions and sauce.
That is a completely different meal, though, than what I had planned. And then my other company asked about bringing salmon over. No...it's not salmon night...it's pasta with homemade sauce and meatballs and sausage night, that has now turned into meatball and sausage sandwich night.
But it was delicious.
Of course, when I said I was making sauce, my friend asked "with sausage". "Of course". "Great, sausage, peppers and onions...I love that." "No, it's sauce, with meatballs and sausage for pasta". "But I don't want pasta, I like sausage peppers and onions."
So, of course, I made the onions and peppers and bought rolls and dinner turned into meatball and sausage sandwiches, with peppers and onions and sauce.
That is a completely different meal, though, than what I had planned. And then my other company asked about bringing salmon over. No...it's not salmon night...it's pasta with homemade sauce and meatballs and sausage night, that has now turned into meatball and sausage sandwich night.
But it was delicious.
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