Sundays were always macaroni and meatball days. Mom would start the sauce first thing in the morning. She claimed that my little brother wouldn't know the next day was Monday if he didn't have macaroni and meatballs on Sunday. When I was a young kid, Sundays were spent in Brooklyn at my grandma's. Grandma worked… Continue reading M Is For A Meatball On A Fork
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