Barbecued Meatballs
I realize this is a fall dish. Call me nuts, but I've got a hankering for this sort of thing right about now.
OK, I'll make a confession. I don't tell this to just anybody. I'm a Henry James fanatic.
I told you I shouldn't tell it to everybody. People look at you like you're nuts. Anyway, I am--and I'm in the second year of a five-year plan to read everything old Harry ever published: every novel (all twenty of them), every travel piece (a whole set, several books plus lots of articles, from many trips to Europe--and then his final sojourn there), every short story (about 122 of them), every piece of published literary criticism, his three-part autobiography, and his two unfinished novels.
See? A nutso fanatic. I've already done this, believe it or not, with William Faulkner and Willa Cather. When I go, I really go.
In the last few weeks, I've been reading a bunch of chilly James short stories, all about how a hostile world chews up the innocent at every turn.
Naturally, I crave comfort food. Which is why I made these meatballs late last week.
They're an adaptation of the meatball technique in COOKING KNOW-HOW--which explains the whole science and art behind perfect meatballs. These were my own whimsy--and ridiculously real food. So let's get to it. We're going to make four hefty servings, six moderate ones.
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