Sauce!!

[phillygirl]

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.

[Gingersnap]

Sauce is what the cook determines sauce to be. So is the meal. Too bad if some cling to their Mom's idea of whatever it is.

It's what you decide to call it.

[scott]

"But I don't want pasta."

"That's what I'm serving."

[phillygirl]

And this is why I hate "potluck gatherings". I like what I cook, so I prefer to completely control the menu...although I will occasionally allow someone else to bring dessert.

Someone once brought some kind of dense weird rye type bread to Italian night at my house. Who does that? If it's Italian night, then French or Italian bread is required.

When I make the bracciole and add it to the sauce that has now made it to my freezer, we will be having pasta with it, even if I have to eat it alone!

And I will never again have Italian night with my neighbor making the lasagna...he put jalapeno peppers in it! Uggh!

[Frostbit]

"But I don't want pasta."

Then lick the sauce off the pasta and spit the pasta out.

[Michele]

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.

Do you remember about our discussion of Sunday Gravy? That's what I thought about when I read this.

[scott]

Then lick the sauce off the pasta and spit the pasta out.

HA!

I'm going to save that one.

Nothing irks me more than entitled dinner guests. It's almost always the "friend of a friend" that tagged along. I actually kicked one asshole out of my Dad's house because he complained about the Glenfiddich after having a few 4 finger glasses. This was an informal neighborhood memorial for my mom. It was a few days after the funeral and reception, something the lady across the street put together.

"So is your Dad hiding the good stuff?"

"Dad doesn't drink scotch, I brought that."

"Well it's the cheapest they make."

"The first few glasses were good enough for you."

"It's not good scotch, only 12 year."

"Get out. No seriously, get the fuck out. No, don't walk through the house. The gate is thatway >>"

"But..."

"GET -- THE -- FUCK -- OUT. NOW"

[scott]

On a lighter note, some guy complained that all I had was Bud Light and Mich Ultra at a fire pit gathering last year. Then he pulled two Sam Adams variety packs out of his truck.

That's the way to complain.

[phillygirl]

On a lighter note, some guy complained that all I had was Bud Light and Mich Ultra at a fire pit gathering last year. Then he pulled two Sam Adams variety packs out of his truck.

That's the way to complain.

Exactly!!

And I was just whining. Turned out that the peppers and onions were delicious. I was good and didn't bother with the roll, and I didn't need the pasta afterall.

It just cracked me up that the order that was put in completely changed my plan for the meal. It's okay...I control freak 99% of the cook-at-home meals anyway.

[phillygirl]

Do you remember about our discussion of Sunday Gravy? That's what I thought about when I read this.

Yep!! I just really have had such a craving lately and making it was almost as cathartic as eating it. I'm excited to make the bracciole...and I really want to get some pork chops to add to the sauce as well.

[Frostbit]

HA!

Glenfiddich

I would have drank it and then talked about you behind your back.

Note to self - When the inevidible Scott meet up occurs bring the Scotch.

[scott]

I would have drank it and then talked about you behind your back.

Note to self - When the inevidible Scott meet up occurs bring the Scotch.

It's perfectly acceptable behavior to be an old bitty behind my back, just don't piss me off.