Murderous Meatballs: Who Knew?

First of all that alliteration in the title: So purposeful

Second, I know two posts in one evening is rather much however, I feel the need to share with the blog community (also known as my room mate upstairs) a reflection about a cuisine revelation I had yesterday evening.

I never knew until last night apparently, or this morning while reading the texts sent last night, that inanimate objects that you usually ingest can somehow grow into killing machines. I got attacked last night, by meat balls. They had this really awkward sweetness to them. Which was rather unpleasant because meatballs are supposed to taste like zesty robust glorious italianness, or very neutral, like Sweden. Irregardless, they apparently proceeded to become mobile and attack my very classy white topped dress. That is very disheartening, and I really want to know what I ever did to the meatball community to deserve such violent treatment. I actually ate the sweet meatball, it was rather unnerving, and I get attacked as a result? Goes to show the food community out there that balls of meat are not to be trusted. Especially the ground beef kind.

The part that concerns me the most, is that I made this realization last evening, and felt the desperate urge to share this knowledge, with my roommate Murley. For some reason unknown to God, I needed to save the rest of the world from meatball madness (more alliteration, LOVE IT) and spread the good word.

Her response was very a-typical Murley, and highlighted the positive point to my evening. There was for a brief period in my evening, a time where meat and balls were in my vicinity. However Murley like I said in my awkwardly coherent response (please note, sarcasm) that the meat in ball form was not that from a male form. Quite sad, I know, and in my highly inebriated state I still managed to highlight my lack of physical attention (yes fellas, girls like to get physical, it's not just in the movies, however more often than not, it is in fact you that wants it less than we do)

Ladies, all I have to say is that for now, until this off kiltered relationship with the food gods is mended, please, the only meat-balls any of us should be encouraged to allow in our vicinity are those attached to a rather good looking man (preferably Patrick Dempsey, god he's gorgeous).

Nuff Said.

Mel Petes