Friday 13 February
This is the end of the ground beef
story that began two weeks ago (if you don't count the ten meatballs we've got
stashed in the freezer for a desperate day).
Two slim slices of that Saturday meatloaf
each got cut in half, topped with the meatball-fragment-rich sauce from the
following Tuesday, steam-baked in the combi-oven to reheat, and then
steam-broiled to melt thick slices of mozzarella over them, not too unlike that
Sunday's meatball heroes.
Amazingly, the
tomatoey mounds didn't fall to pieces when lifted off the baking pan, and were
adorned with a side of yukon golds pot-mashed with butter and cream.
To lighten things up, we made a fennel
salad much like last Friday's, but with the single golden beet we had left
diced and mixed through like little jewels, tossed with a squeezed half lime, a
shot of white balsamic, salt, and then olive oil.
Another surprisingly harmonious
meal of unaccountable leftovers.
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