Wednesday, December 30, 2009
What she did like was pleasing my father. And what he liked, inexplicably, was Spam. He liked it plain, he liked it fried (these days, in Florida, he likes it "lite"). How or when this led to square meatballs, I can only guess, but by the time I was ten , the only meatballs I ate at home were squares of fried Spam, served in Spatini spaghetti sauce. I knew that there were round meatballs out there, big and messy and spicy, but it would be a few years yet before I would be picking at leftovers after school in the kitchens of the Guidarellis and the Ricciardis.
Michael's of Brooklyn, a restaurant located a few blocks from the ancestral home.
Cut the meatloaf into cubes, heated some butter and olive oil in a pan over medium heat, and tossed in the meat. Brown them on all sides, about 10 minutes total (yeah, like anyone is actually going to do this), remove them from the pan and set aside.
Rao's is another favorite of mine), and a very healthy slosh of red wine. Add some oregano, red-pepper flakes, whatever tickles your fancy--this ain't a classic recipe. Simmer until thick.
Add the square meatballs (I think it's fair to call them that at this point) to the sauce and let simmer for a few minutes to let the flavors meld. Toss in some chopped parsley and parm. I ladled it over Italian bread,topped with more parm and parsley, but its spiritual home is spaghetti, overcooked for extra authenticity.
Posted by Barbara L. Hanson at 2:07 PM
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