You know those cheesy movies where the two friends have known each other for years and one person has always harbored some secret love for the other and sometimes it’s mutual and sometimes it could be but the timing is always off or someone’s taken or more often just aloof?
Well that’s not Sweets and I BUT we were friends, while not best friends, years before he swept me off my stubby little feet.
While we’ve had mutual friends since middle school we crossed paths most often years later as “server assistants” at a fancy steakhouse complete with cowhide chairs and taxidermy mounted above the dining room’s fireplace.
It was at that restaurant where I discovered my love for a really well made Caesar Salad… Fast forward six years I discovered my love for Sweets… but back to the Caesar.
I think this picture looks kind of naughty
I like to think that Sweets and I are the most devoutly kosher non-jews ever.
Perhaps that’s a bit of a stretch, but, we don’t like pork? So that’s got to count for something, right?
We’re not big red meat eaters either, I crave the occasional burger while Sweetie pie eats the occasional steak, but for the most part we try to make traditional meat/pork meals using a ground up bird.
And last night we hit the bird jackpot!!!
Chicken Sausage Meatballs!
They had the kick and spice of sausage and the incredible ability to soak up a good red sauce to make any of those Jersey Shore kids proud.
Sweets made the sauce and cooked the pasta (spinach fettuccine) while I made those balls magical.
Chicken Sausage Meatballs with Red Sauce… and noodles (you pick the latter)