Crisp fall air and leaves turning shades of red and burnished orange, the crackle of them under your feet as you walk down the street with hands snuggled deep inside your pockets. Autumn is by far my favorite season. The temperatures begin to cool down at night, calling for an extra blanket or a down comforter. This is something I miss now that I live south of the Mason Dixon line. It’s only been 3 and a half years, but I doubt I’ll ever really get used to the lack of (distinguishable) seasons.
Every football fan knows that food is an integral part of the game-watching experience, or is that just me?!
Well, in our house we planned it out like it was a major holiday. The Ohio State-Michigan game was the pinnacle of football season and for the majority of my football-loving friends and family it still is.
There was one particular year that we had everything you could possibly imagine on the table for the game, I secretly dubbed it “pig-fest” (you know, pig-skin, football, food, gorging oneself…) It was unbelievable. To this day there has never been another one like it, which for our own health is probably a good thing.
Chili is a great football food, you can make it in a huge batch the day before or the morning of the game and the longer it sits, the better it gets.
I made some last night in preparation for today’s Buckeye game and as good as it was last night, I know it will have developed even more flavor today.
Is it just me or does it feel like spring has forgotten to “spring”? I am desperate to shed my winter coat, fling open my windows and let in the warm breeze… however it is still hovering around 40 degrees. Rain is moving in and the temperature is falling. It was, dare I say it… cloudy with a chance of meatballs. Days like this need comfort food, the kind that takes time to make. I have been craving turkey meatballs for about two weeks so today was the day.
There is something comforting about having a pan bubbling away on the stove, making the house smell so delicious. It’s rather soothing to me to cook at a leisurely pace. I enjoy the process so much more than when it is frenetic. It allows me the time to really focus on the food. The tactile sensations of it, rolling a meatball can be mundane but today it was sheer pleasure. Perhaps because I’ve been wanting them for weeks, these were ridiculously good and I enjoyed every single minute of it. The smell that permeated my kitchen was mouth-watering and the meatballs were absolutely perfect.
There isn’t anything particularly spectacular about a turkey meatball, except they are damn good but the sauce is what really makes it. In lieu of a traditional red sauce to have these with, I went a slightly different route… and today it was the road to happiness.