meatballs and spaghetti.. and the fireplace

the pot of meatballs & spags

There's something really special about meatballs and spaghetti. There nothing easier to whip up when you are stranded in a cottage in the middle of the Karri forest, with a tiny kitchenette-style kitchen.

After the entire day of travelling down south, we needed sustenance. So I went to work. Minced beef, chopped bacon, an egg, chopped fresh thyme and rosemary, a slice of raisin bread soaked in milk, chopped garlic and onion, a good glug of olive oil, salt and black pepper. I soon realised we forgot to bring along flour so we had rather wet meatballs. With a little hard work and my friend, M's nimble rolling, we seared 3 dozen meatballs ready for our sauce.

The sauce was a simple combination of a can of chopped italian tomatoes, more chopped onions and garlic, a splash of unfinished cab sav and fresh milk, a sprig each of thyme and rosemary, pamesan shavings, sugar, salt and black pepper. I was a little worried it would be too watery without the addition of flour but my worries were unfounded. The pasta thickened the sauce up nicely and so did the pamesan shavings.

With the fire place burning contentedly in the background, the five of us tucked into the pasta without a care in the world.

the stand alone fireplace