My brothers and I always loved our mom's Italian style meatballs.
The technique was definitely "mom style."
You know -- no recipe. Just a shake here and a pour there. A quick sniff to verify the proper amount of spices had been added.
In 1975, military orders resulted in our family moving to Hawaii.
Tough, right?! 🙂
Our mom was born and raised on Oahu so it was awesome to get to spend 3 years with her side of the family, who are all amazing cooks by the way . . .
She brought her meatballs to one of many, many family gatherings. Everyone loved them and asked for the recipe which resulted in my sitting down with her one day as she made the meatballs. We tried our best to record just how she did it!
We had a lot of laughs as we shrugged our shoulders and guessed how much of each ingredient she actually added to the hamburger!
In the years since, I've achieved a bit more precision with the measurements!
It was during our time in Hawaii that my mom taught me how to throw a party.
Bless her for being so patient with my learning curve!
The drinking age was 18 in Hawaii at the time. My brother, Bret, was having his 18th birthday and Mom and Dad let me throw him a surprise party -- complete with a keg of beer!
I promise, Mom, no one under 18 had any of that beer! Cough, cough!
These Italian style meatballs were on the menu for that party, but we formed them smaller so they could be spooned into hollowed-out dinner rolls.
The result was a little meatball sandwich that was easy to walk around with. Perfect party food.