Passing cravings come and go and I don’t know if it’s from iron deficiency or what, but one of my recent cravings has been for meatballs. Little meatballs are like all the savory goodness of meatloaf wrapped in a bite-sized morsel; where each rugged crag offers a holding spot for sauce to hide.
I will eat them on spaghetti, or off the end of a frilly toothpick dipped in sauce. No matter the occasion, I will not turn down a good meatball. These pork meatballs I particularly like tucked inside a bun, but they are also good snacking, hunched over the stove, late at night.