Meatballs!
Monday. And it’s also Raff’s birthday! It was sweltering from the start today. The air conditioning in our main office is broken, with no prospect of it being fixed for a couple of days. A temporary, portable unit, along with long hoses, drips, and buckets, ensued. I got away by five, in time to celebrate with our oldest son, who is even older today. He’d requested his favourite supper—homemade meatballs with tagliatelle—and we had fun cooking that together. With the large quantity of enormous meaty globes, the potential for slightly crude dad jokes was endless… my only regret is that the rest of the family cruelly stopped me from telling them all!
