Aug 19, 2009
Bossy’s Favorite Things
When someone else cooks dinner.
Yesterday afternoon Bossy’s daughter asked for a ride to the local market with her store list, and six hours of steady cooking later, the family sat down to spaghetti and meatballs and salad and homemade biscuits and brownies.
Bossy’s daughter was inspired by Bossy and her husband’s recent wedding anniversary, which slipped unnoticed as Bossy drove and drove and drove into a storm, and Vermont.
But back to last night’s anniversary dinner. Bossy wants to tell you about a little mistake that produced the world’s most delicious meatballs.
Here’s what: Bossy kept clear of the kitchen while her daughter dutifully attended to her recipes, but at some point Bossy decided to wander over to take photos of her daughter rolling meatballs. Except she wasn’t yet rolling meatballs, because she was still busy combining all of the meatball ingredients minus the meat:
Breadcrumbs, parsley, onions, olive oil, and egg — Bossy’s daughter had created a roux of sorts, mistaking one of the steps in her recipe. And only when everything else had assimilated, Bossy’s daughter added the meat, which came together in no time and produced the tenderest meatballs, which Bossy can only guess was because they weren’t overworked. Try it.
And after all her hard work, she doesn’t even eat her own sauce?
The meatball trick sounds like a winner. My compliments to the chef.
why is bossy’s daughter not having the sauce?
Why does this make me feel weepy? Is it because I dropped my son off at college last weekend, and everything makes me weepy? Seriously though, this is so sweet of Bossy’s daughter. And even sweeter that she made the sauce even though she doesn’t like it (I won’t make anything that I don’t like!). Or maybe she just hadn’t put any on her plate yet?
What a wonderful daughter. I hope that my three (4 year old and 21 month old twins) one day do something like that for their father and I.
Bossy’s daughter doesn’t like tomatoes, unless it’s tomato sauce on pizza, but not tomato sauce on pasta, and sister mercy, complicated rules like this could fill a book here in the Bossy household.
Where do I get me one of them Bossy’s daughters? What a sweet girl! Happy anniversary!! Just had mine, too!
My daughter does not eat sauce either. Pasta with Parmesan cheese. That’s it.
Jean’s daughter is the same age as Bossy’s daughter and Jean would like to know how to get her daughter to even begin to THINK about cooking a meal such as Bossy’s daughter prepared for Bossy. Jean’s daughter even looks a little like Bossy’s daughter, freckles, distate for tomato sauce and all. Any tips? Not that I am not lucky in my own way with this girl, just wondering….
Nice work, L’il Bossy!
bossy’s daughter is a very thoughtful person.
bossy and bossy’d husband have raised a neat kid!
4th generation superb spagetts and meataball.
You really did it kid. Yummmm, it was delectable..
those are the best times ever I’ve had with my sons, letting them cook for me WHOOPEE. What a beautiful daughter you have
I have such a fear of letting my son help in the kitchen. Not because I don’t think he can, but because I lack the ability to let him do his thing. However, seeing Bossy’s daughter so at home in the kitchen, makes me think I need chillax a little.
Happy Anniversary to Bossy and Bossy’s Husband!
What did she do differently? Was there an extra ingredient? Or did she just mix all the other ingredients before working them into the meat?
A VERY generous anniversary gift to make a menu she doesn’t even particularly like!
Way to go junior BOSSY! Always remember parents L-O-V-E it when the kids cook for them. Have you learned to uncork wine yet?
i’m telling you…girl after my own heart
Well done, Bossy’s daughter! I suspect you were channeling my beloved Sicilian grandmother because that IS the secret to molto bene meatballs!
My mouth is watering even as I write this. Yum.
Dammit, can’t get out of the ten-word habit here.
I hated tomato’s – raw or pasta saucey kind – but liked pizza up until the age of about 13. Now I will eat just a raw tomato with garlic salt and pepper on it.
But this post isn’t about me it’s about Bossy’s lovely girl, and YAY for learning how to cook and feeling so comfortable in the kitchen at such a young age. Love that independence and confidence, young lady!
What a fantastic dinner she made! I cannot think of a more beautiful gift. You have a very sweet, very talented daughter, but you already know that. . .
I’m tellin’ ya — this blog, these photos, all the memories…Bossy will have it made 30 years from now when all the reminiscing begins!
She’s destined to be the next Food Network star!
Lovely lovely lovely! My daughter won’t eat sauce on her pasta either, just butter and Parmesan. I hope when she’s old enough to cook for me she’s kind enough to whip up a great big vat of HOMEMADE sauce for me even though she’s not eating any, like L’il Bossy!