It depends on your definition of “go to” …

It depends on your definition of “go to” …

I had a post ready to go this morning about my thoughts on the Super Bowl (not that I really had many), but I forgot to post it … you know how crazy it can be getting to Sonic by 10:00 am for their 99 cent Diet Coke and all.  Plus I had to get ready for a recipe party that these two fun girls (Jennifer and Katie) were hosting.  They said there would be prizes so I totally wasn’t missing it.

I must confess, I think I misunderstood their invitation a little bit.  Or a lot.  You’ll find this shocking, I know.


The invite said … Bring your favorite “Go To” meal.  It said something along the lines of  … “tired of feeding your family the same weeknight meals?”.  So, I assumed (a bit incorrectly) that they were wanting quick meals that everyone in the family would like.

And nothing says … “quick meal that everyone likes” in the Baerg household like “Mama’s Meatballs”.  I’ve mentioned them before.  In one of my crowning achievements of life TWO moms called me saying … “my kids think you are the greatest cook ever” followed by “can I get the recipe for your meatballs?”.  


And how can you argue with success like that?


So, I made my two ingredient meatballs, typed up the recipe (we were all bringing copies of the recipes to share) and headed to the party .  The first thing I noticed when I arrived was that … well, I think perhaps I had a different definition of “go to” meal.  

VERY different.  


And there amongst the Balsamic and Tomato Roast Chicken, the Cauliflower Alla Parmigiana, Corn Souffle and the Carne Guisada sat my meatballs. You know, my GO TO meal.


We Baergs are a real class act I tell you.

Here we are with the spread:



But the best part (aside from eating everyone else’s GO TO meals) was that they had a contest at the end.  Everyone wrote their favorite dish on a piece of paper and they drew out two winners for the door prize. 


And win that door prize I did.  Of course they drew mine after they drew the names of each hostess about six times (and they weren’t going to take their own prize).  My mom actually asked me if I wrote down my own name!  I can honestly say that I did not.  My friend Wendy wrote down “meatballs” – probably as an act of mercy, but who cares because I won this bag:

 
It had cute measuring cups and some recipe cards (which they encouraged me to turn into postcards since, in reality, I probably wouldn’t be writing down any recipes) inside.  The bag says … “I only have a kitchen because it came with the house.”
And truer words may not have ever been spoken. 
 
PS  In my defense … on my recipe print out, I added another “fancier and healthier” version of make your own meatballs.  You know, for the “foodies” in the crowd.

I now know that was pretty much everyone there except me and Wendy.

But it was fun ladies!!!!  Thanks for the invitation.  And if you ever have another recipe party, I’m totally making something with at least three ingredients!
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