Cooking In Someone Else's Kitchen

My parents and Bruce and I have this awesome deal right now.  We come over to their house, we eat their food and we watch their cable.

And they ...

Actually, now that I think about it, I'm not sure what they get out of the deal.

Hmm ... I'm going to have to think about that one.


Anyway, Bruce asked me if I could make meatballs today so we could have meatball subs for dinner.  The only problem was that we really wanted to watch Royal Pains and Fairly Legal (we didn't get cable when we moved up here, we usually just watch things online the next day).  We asked my parents if we could come up for dinner and TV, promising that I would make dinner.  So I did.


Well, I tried.


I try to be as real as possible on here.  And the truth is - it's hard to cook in someone else's kitchen!  I was so flustered without my cast iron dutch oven and the stove heated much more quickly than mine and I ended up burning the first couple of meatballs I threw in the skillet and filled the kitchen with smoke!  Oy.

Eventually I calmed down, apologized profusely to my dad for charring his wok and fanned out the smoke.

And dinner was served.

I browned the meatballs and then simmered them in the marinara sauce.  We spooned the mixture into the rolls and topped the whole thing with shredded mozzarella cheese. 

It's a REALLY simple meal - totally messy, though.  My sandwich fell apart and I had to eat half of it with a fork!  I'm going to work on making it easier to eat.

And for dessert?

Delicious treats from the Chocolate Fest Fundraiser my mom and I went to yesterday!

Fundraisers are better when chocolate is involved.

Agreed?

We left with four plates full of chocolate.

Yes, I said four.

We got a little carried away.  Mmm, now what to pick ...

Night!