Meatballs

I can't help but think lately about how proud I am of meatballs for all their accomplishments. I'm pretty sure there was probably a time in history when the meatball didn't exist outside of spaghetti. I mean, seriously, it's just a balled up piece of ground beef. It doesn't sound all that tempting, right? I mean, it's like going to McDonald's and getting a bunless, cheeseless, ketchupless, mustardless, onionless, pickleless, wrapless cheeseburger... and then asking the person behind the counter if they'd mash it together for you... doesn't sound so tempting, does it? But regardless, the meatball managed to roll itself out of the pasta and evolve into it's own thing. And now everyone's all about the meatball. Weddings, funerals, parties, holidays... they're all throwing meatballs in a pot by themselves and serving them out... and you know what? We people are lovin' em. We can't get enough. We're devouring them up faster than we are the spaghetti in the next pot over. And so, meatballs, I commend you for what you have accomplished.