The meatballs are made -- Cookie and I rolled them out a little while ago. They came out of the broiler and into the sauce just a few minutes ago. We each sampled one.

And they were declared worthy.

(Took a little twist this time, throwing a handful of dried porcini mushrooms into the food processor with the onion, garlic and fresh parsley; there was just a hint of it in my taste-test, so next time I might up the ante on the fungi -- yeah, I'm a fun guy.)

Now I need another cup of coffee while I sit here listening to 80s music. Right now it's Private Idaho. Earlier it was The Smiths. All these years later and I still enjoy it:

Punctured bicycle, on a hill - side deso - late...
Will nature make a man of me yet?

Ha -- great stuff. Yes, the pain was enough...