Why start with a meatball?  Well, for me it means home.  It makes your house smell like home.  They are calming and heavenly.  They conjure up thoughts and warm memories of lazy Sunday afternoons as a care-free kid.  Who doesn’t want to feel like a care-free kid every once in awhile?  A simmering pot of marinara on the stove spiked with these round little wonders:  YUM.    Plus, it was my oldest son’s first experience with table food.  Yes, I fed him a homemade 6-minute meatball.  I wonder if my pediatrician would have approved?  Oh well, I wanted him to have a wonderful first experience with food.  I am delighted to report that he was one happy customer.  My second son, well, not so much. My third son gobbled them down, but I guess he eats everything so that doesn’t really count. Read the rest of this entry »