Maybe not ‘young’ in this case since I’m talking about meatballs I made yesterday, but you know when you’re a kid and growing up, you have your favourite recipes? You know when you grow up and although many of us take precious little interest in cooking, we eventually come round to it, and long for those same recipes we had when we were young.
What I’m talking about is something I had when I was visiting the northeast of the US, a business trip and I had some meatballs in spaghetti sauce as this little restaurant, a mom-and-pop kind of place. They were amazing, and although the ones I cooked last night were great, still not the same.
My spaghetti bolognese recipe, nearly got that right. This despite the fact I even have the same recipe as my mum used, still doesn’t taste the same as I remember it. I have now ditched the wine, the cinzano (she used cinzano though, not wine), and added mushrooms and I’m so very close.
I think I’ll still be another year before I get it right, another ten or so times to cook it to the point of where it’s the same as my memory reminds me.