Traditionally, my dad and Shane make Polpette Frite (fried meatballs) on the day after Thanksgiving. This year, my dad couldn’t make it to NYC due to his recent knee surgery, so the Polpette had to wait until Saturday.
They were just as well-received as ever. Rose dove in and took three straight away. We froze the rest for an easy weeknight meal. Sid and I stuck with pasta and red sauce.
Yum