To Eat (Healthy) Dinner @ Home: Turkey Meatballs & Broccoli Rabe

blobs & rabe.

The other day I tried on my spring time green jeans, and they were tight. Then, I remembered that time I went to New Orleans and ate myself sick. Putting two and two together, I realized that in order to fit into my jeans (without them digging into my button & causing marks & rashes) I ought to eat fewer items, more greens, and probably, mostly, just fewer items. Tonight I made an old standby (old as in its semi in my dinner rotation since, like, October?)

it didn't twirl.

I love this recipe because it comes together in about 40 minutes and the meatblobs are juicy, herby, and tender. Admittedly, when I pictured the blobs on top of the broccoli rabe, I thought the rabe would swirl like pasta. It didn't. I only boiled the rabe, but next time I think I'd sautee it with lots of garlic. 

BONUS tip: I used a vegetable peeler to carve the Parmesan on top. And, I think it looks gorgeous. Oskar did, too.

friscalating fuzz.

To Tell Stories: The Vomiting Meatball Guy

Once upon a time, I was in high school. And when I was in high school, I put together an anthology of short stories about the silly situations I got myself into with the boys I was chasing or who were chasing me. I will share one of them, for three reasons:

1. It's about food! So, it's on topic.
2. It's utterly ridiculous.
3. My friend (who also makes an appearance in the book as "unequivocally the worst thing to ever happen to me") recently reminded me of it.    

This excerpt from "Boys: It's a Four Letter Word, Too // An Anthology of Mishaps" has been edited for clarity. Though, generally, it's me as an 18 year old making observations about love in this world.