But, I can't give away my secrets, and give you the recipe. If I did, you'd never come over for dinner again. So, you just get some snapshots:
To hold the meatballs together:
The large bowl of meat and etc:
Matt begged me not to post this picture because he said it looked like an "alien fetus".
Because of this, I didn't post the next 2 pictures in the series. Partially because the reflective bowl really distorts the pictures. And partially because they looked like alien feti.
So, then, 12 steps later, I form the mixture into balls. (I can't tell you all of my secrets, can I? You can already see that I use 4 eggs. That's enough to get me disowned, and told never to come back to Calabria again.)
Then, bake, at 350 for 30 minutes.
At this point, I talk to Matt on GChat. "Guess what I just put in the oven?" I ask him. "KITTENS?" he replies.
He's in big trouble. HUGE. I almost sent him to bed without any dinner, but. I knew that starving him wouldn't solve his issues. So....
Take them out, and freeze the 'balls that you're not going to eat in the next... 3 days or so. I like to wrap in tin foil, and then throw them all in a big ziploc bag. Keeps the freezer burn away. Which means I have a dozen meatballs ready to be defrosted and then continue with the following steps...
So, about 10 minutes before eating, put the meatballs under the broiler. Matt likes his tres crispy, so this last step was improvised. My great-grandmother always put her meatballs in the sauce, and simmered them in the marinara for at least 15 minutes. But... this is not the way of the Pink Shoe House.
So, I would have taken a picture of the broiled meatballs, or the full plate with rigatoni, marinara, and meatballs, but I was too busy eating. Sorry.
(Good thing #1 about making the meatballs: YUM. [Subsection under Good thing #1: Matt thinks: YUM, too.] Good thing #2: Blog fodder. Good thing #3: Freezer full of meatballs and extra marinara.)