Because there's no such thing as too much cheese. Unrolling the braciole of consciousness; shaping the meatball of life. Because everything is funny; you just need to view it from the proper angle. Good for cats. Made in Poland. Because everything is like a hat. You know how those gorillas can be... Very unforgiving.

Sunday, April 24, 2005

I just made the meatballs. They're not as large as what Vito proposed -- only about the size of billiard balls (at least that's how they started; they cooked down a bit). Didn't fry them this time; nor did I bake them in the oven. I arranged them on a flat sheet and put them under the broiler. It is decreed: my meatballs shall henceforth be made in this manner. Unless, of course, Vito is here making NBA-scale varieties... because those won't fit in my broiler.

Got another few hours until we can eat all this... I need a loaf of bread.