Well firstly let me say Happy New Year to you all. Last night was New Year's Eve and I had a rather hectic night out. However, the hecticness was preceded by a rather lovely dinner at mine with some friends. I decided I didn't want to do a fancy schmancy affair, just something simple, hearty - pure foodie goodness (perhaps in an effort to soak up the alcohol?!) There was only one thing I could do - something that my Mummy taught me and my Grandma taught her - meatballs and mushrooms. My Grandma was from Poland and this is classic Polish fodder.
I made a huge bowl of it with rice, a green salad and some roasted red peppers and the whole thing got polished off.
Eating this only confirms to me 100% that as much as I like going to haute cuisine restaurants and eating piddly little dishes for £50, they don't even come close to a big plate of grub that you can really get your teeth into and mop the juice up with some crusty bread or rice - it seems to make us feel comfortable somehow and perhaps brings back good family memories - or at least it does for me.
I have some great memories from when I was a child. I used to sit on my Mum's kitchen table, peering over her, constantly asking questions about what things were and why things needed to be folded, mixed or whisked while she cooked and I attempted to help. I kind of imagine that thats what my Mum did with my Grandma when she was little and that thought makes me happy that that bond has passed on and I have a similarly close relationship with my Mum.
I did toy for about 5 seconds about revealing the recipe to the world but I realised I could never do such a thing - this is a secret family recipe that I hope to one day pass on to my daughters. No one else. But, as always, here's a couple of pictures to wet your appetite.
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