Yesterday's chana masala was most definitely not up my son's street. He consequently ended up eating an interesting collection of leftovers and crudités. While a restauranteur would have raised an eyebrow at his plate, it encompassed all the main food groups, delivered variety, was bursting with colour and most importantly, was quickly cleared.
Clean plate or not, I felt a keen sense of guilt so gave my son the opportunity to choose this evening's meal. Without pause he plumped for meatballs and I was very happy to oblige.
Resigned to improvisation mode, I responded by consulting Google which delivered up Gordon Ramsay's Italian meatballs recipe. If it's good enough for Gordon, I figured it'd be fine for Alexander.
While I usually avoid pasta, it would have been a travesty to eat these fellas without a bowl of olive oil drenched spaghetti.