Siiiiimple simple simple. (also it’s simple.)
This is my brand new all-time favorite meal of all time today right now.
It may look all fancy face, but in reality, it’s just a plain ol’, delicious cinch to pull together.
Three things happen. Let’s discuss.
You’re excited, I can tell.
You roast tomatoes. Cherry tomatoes. If you can find small grape tomatoes still on the vine, your fancy meter automatically goes up to 11. (<–name that joke.)
If you can’t find small grape tomatoes on the vine, you’re still a good person.
Just roast a cup or two with a few sprigs of fresh thyme leaves and a small glug of oil. And say glug a lot, because you’re overdue for a good face punching.
You take some Italian sausage links and roll them into meatballs. You could also just brown the sausage like a normal person, but I thought making them into meatballs seemed a bit more festive! It’s festive, right? It’s totally festive.
Brown the balls, remove the balls, add a bunch of kale to the pan and wilt. Add the balls back. Take a photo. (You don’t have to take a photo.)
In the meantime, make some creamy polenta.
Contrary to popular belief, making polenta isn’t at all laborious! Even the slow-cook kind. I just keep the pot on medium low-ish and stir every couple of minutes, until the polenta doesn’t drip off the back of a wooden spoon. Takes maybe 15 minutes. 10 even. Not long. Then you stir in butter and parmesan, and the soul fairies in your heart unleash and do the Macarena.
Now just ladle a good ol’ plop of polenta down in a bowl, and take the back of the ladle and sort of spread it out all nice like, as you pretend you’re a chef named FWALAWALOUSEZ.
Then just arrange a few meatballs on it, some kale, a few roasted turmaters, and that’s life, you guys. Life.
Extra thyme leaves for garnish? Yeshhh.
More grated parmesan (also known as “cheese rain” for the kiddies) on the ready? Obviously.
Absolute ridiculous creamy, savory, deliciousness to the max? Duh.
You may now inhale.
Fall eating is so hot right now.
(p.s. I’m taking the rest of this week off, as we’re traveling to the Dominican Republic AT LIKE THREE AM TOMORROW. But I shall return, bright eyed and bushy tailed next Tuesday. So no Flotsam this Friday. We cool? I’ll make it up to you, swearsies. <–gross.)