Hello, boys and girls!
Welcome to cooking with Varun. My roommate in Solihull, UK, Ms. Popularity, while being reasonably intelligent, did some really silly things from time to time. Things like forgetting her keys and ringing the doorbell late at night, much to the ire of our landlady, my British mum, or not closing the fridge door after dinner one night only to find a puddle of water all over the floor the next day (not to mention the food we had to throw away). But these pale in comparison to her one shining moment of genius: washing out a tin of tomatoes before chucking it in the bin.
Usually I'd do the cooking, and she'd do the washing up (because let's face it, cooking is so much easier!), and this time was no different. I had cooked, and since we were out of fresh tomatoes, I'd used a tin instead. As was customary, I set the tin aside with the rest of the stuff to bin (peels and whatnot). We finished eating, and Ms. Popularity started cleaning up. As I lounged around, playing with cats, I heard a gasp followed by a whimper. I walked over to the sink to where Ms. Popularity had been doing the dishes and saw her holding up her right hand, which was starting to look increasingly scarlet. Realizing she had cut her hand, I did the first thing I could think of. I ran. Out of the kitchen and into the living room where my British mum was watching the telly; because who better to call for help in a crisis than a mother? We rushed into the kitchen to find Ms. Popularity still standing over the sink, this time in tears, as she struggled to stem the gentle stream of dark red that was dripping into the.. wait for it.. the tin that she was washing with her bare hands before tossing into the garbage! Part of me wanted to rant and rage at her (not) cleverness, because who washes something before throwing it away? Rinse it, sure, but wash? As my British mum tied her hand up with a bandage and bundled her into the car to take her to the emergency room, I put the rest of the things away and tried not to think of the bloodbath.
She did recover eventually. It took a few weeks (and medical glue), and I even went to the hospital with her once to get the dressing changed (which is a big deal because I avoid hospitals like I avoid baingan, or like Superman avoids kryptonite). Still haven't stopped reminding her about it at every chance I get. This recipe needs a lot of tomatoes, and the tinned variety really gives it a lovely bright red colour, so if you do decide to use a tin, please be careful! Or just get a bottle of passata! You're less likely to end up going to the emergency room that way.
Usually I'd do the cooking, and she'd do the washing up (because let's face it, cooking is so much easier!), and this time was no different. I had cooked, and since we were out of fresh tomatoes, I'd used a tin instead. As was customary, I set the tin aside with the rest of the stuff to bin (peels and whatnot). We finished eating, and Ms. Popularity started cleaning up. As I lounged around, playing with cats, I heard a gasp followed by a whimper. I walked over to the sink to where Ms. Popularity had been doing the dishes and saw her holding up her right hand, which was starting to look increasingly scarlet. Realizing she had cut her hand, I did the first thing I could think of. I ran. Out of the kitchen and into the living room where my British mum was watching the telly; because who better to call for help in a crisis than a mother? We rushed into the kitchen to find Ms. Popularity still standing over the sink, this time in tears, as she struggled to stem the gentle stream of dark red that was dripping into the.. wait for it.. the tin that she was washing with her bare hands before tossing into the garbage! Part of me wanted to rant and rage at her (not) cleverness, because who washes something before throwing it away? Rinse it, sure, but wash? As my British mum tied her hand up with a bandage and bundled her into the car to take her to the emergency room, I put the rest of the things away and tried not to think of the bloodbath.
She did recover eventually. It took a few weeks (and medical glue), and I even went to the hospital with her once to get the dressing changed (which is a big deal because I avoid hospitals like I avoid baingan, or like Superman avoids kryptonite). Still haven't stopped reminding her about it at every chance I get. This recipe needs a lot of tomatoes, and the tinned variety really gives it a lovely bright red colour, so if you do decide to use a tin, please be careful! Or just get a bottle of passata! You're less likely to end up going to the emergency room that way.
For my Spaghetti & Mozzarella Stuffed Meatballs, you will need the following:
Prep:
Spaghetti | 300 gms |
Mince (meat of choice) | 300 gms |
Tomatoes | 3-4 (or a tin) |
Onion | 1 |
Garlic | 5-6 cloves |
Mozzarella | 100 gms (brilliant if you can get the little balls) |
Rosemary | 2-3 tsp |
Oregano | 2-3 tsp |
Thyme | 2-3 tsp |
Paprika | 2-3 tsp |
Bread | 2 slices (crust cut off) |
Milk | splash |
Pepper | to taste |
Salt | to taste |
Sugar | to taste |
Olive oil |
Prep:
- Chop the onion. (Not too fine.)
- Slice the garlic.
- Blitz the tomatoes. (Please be careful, and don't cut your finger on the tin if you're using the canned variety.)
- Grab a small bowl.
- Break the bread into small pieces and pop it into the bowl.
- Splash in the milk.
- Mush it all together. (This will make your meatballs turn out soft.)
- Grab a bigger bowl.
- Plonk the mince in.
- Sprinkle on some of the spices.
- Add salt and pepper to taste.
- Plop in the bread mush.
- Mix. (Don't overwork the meat or pound it like you're kneading dough.)
- Roll a meatball. (To decide on the size.)
- Flatten it.
- Place a mozzarella ball in the centre.
- Roll the meat around it.
- Repeat until all the meatballs have been rolled.
Method:
- Turn on the gas.
- Bung a pan on.
- Splash in the olive oil.
- Count to 20.
- Toss in the onion.
- Cook until translucent.
- Pop in the garlic.
- Pour in the pureed tomatoes.
- Splash in some water (if it is too thick).
- Sprinkle in the herbs.
- Add salt, pepper, and sugar to taste. (The sugar is to balance the tang from the tomatoes.)
- Mix.
- Plop in the meatballs.
- Gently mix until the sauce covers the meatballs.
- Slap a lid on.
- Cook for about 15 minutes until the meatballs are done.
- Turn the gas off.
- (In the meantime) Turn on another burner.
- Crank up the heat to high.
- Pop a saucepan on.
- Fill it about 3/4 with water.
- Splash in some olive oil.
- Sprinkle in some salt.
- Bring to a boil.
- Drop the heat and bring the water to a simmer.
- Pop in your spaghetti.
- Cook until the spaghetti is al dente (cooked but has a slight bite).
- Turn the gas off.
- Drain the spaghetti.
- Plop the drained spaghetti onto the meatball sauce.
- Mix.
- Serve with a glass of red.
- Stuff face.
- Bask in the glory of your successfully executed dish.
Tip: Retain some of the starchy water from when you drain the spaghetti and stir it into the sauce to make it silky.
And remember, overeating is a myth. A full tummy is a happy tummy!
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