The result was 36 meatballs, 12 in the sauce (the rest to the freezer) and past festival for the rest of the week. It will be a tough one with classes, graduate student frustration, and the total need of me standing with pom-poms cheering on the impossible. They can do it.
I retired to Stranger Things in the evening with a long conversation with Chitunga who had a flight back to Des Moines with a layover in Atlanta. He's been on a two-week adventure and needs to return to his own grind, after spending the weekend recharging with Sue and Dave.
The meatballs came out great, but the sauce is lacking something (maybe it is simply the first night before it thickens up and absorbs all the peppers and spices I put into it. Usually tastes better on night two, and Lord knows it is wonderful to soak up with some fresh bakery bread.
We have three nights this week and I push them a little at a time so they're all successful. I am tired of the dry nostrils, too, and blowing out what Kaitlin and Pam call potato chips. I say it is corn flakes. I think it is time to hook up the ol' humidifier again to get some moisture in my sleeping space.
As for Delightful Derrick...Stranger Things found my spirit animal. I feel seen.
