Meatballs are somehow reliably always there, ready to be rustled together, yet also somehow different every time, happy to accommodate disparate spices, herbs and meat, depending on what's to hand.
More often than not, there is also always a portion left over, which makes me love them even more the next day as I pile them into a sandwich, eat it at room temperature and start planning the next batch.
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