Which is actually Molly Wizenberg's Spaghetti and Meatballs recipe from her column in Bon Appetit. Is anyone that's been around here for a while surprised? I'm not. I seem to have a thing for her food writing. In this case, the writing was more appetizing than the food. Actually, kind of like in the case of the Dutch Babies I made, too.
Hmmmm.....
The meatballs themselves were good. The sauce, not so much. Solve-able? Of course. Probably not by me, though.
This is not the reason I'm writing about this meal. The real reason is this (a word for word conversation I had with Miss while I was labouring through the aforementioned recipe):
Miss: I'm talking on the phone.
Mrs: Who are you talking to?
Miss: Joanie.
Mrs: Who's Joanie?
Miss: On the phone.
Pause...
Miss: I'm talking on the phone.
Mrs: Who are you talking to?
Miss: Joanie.
Mrs: Who's Joanie?
Miss: On the phone.
A second pause...
Miss: I'm talking on the phone.
Mrs: Who are you talking to?
Miss: Joanie.
Mrs: Who's Joanie?
Miss: On the phone.
No joke. Not a typo. We had the exact same exchange three times in very short succession.
I told Mr about it at supper and he got kind of freaked out, which I could tell from the kind of questions he was asking. For example:
Where does Joanie live?
What did Joanie say to you?
Is she a big girl or a little girl?
What does Joanie look like?
We know no Joanies. But the one Miss talks to on the phone is a big girl, lives "in her house", told Miss "not to bite and hit Mommy and Daddy", and has brown hair, green eyes, and yellow legs.
So watch out for Joanie. Although clearly she gives good advice.
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There was more this morning, when she found the phone on one of our end tables.
Mrs: Who are you talking to?
Miss: Joanie (of course)
Mrs: What are you talking about?
