I rode around on my bike for a while yesterday, visited our local farmer’s market, and took a few food-related pictures. What could provide a better day than that? I’ll tell you what: Finishing off the day with a neighborhood block party/potluck food fest.
Before I get to the pictures however, I have to come clean about the Featured Photo. That one was taken a couple weeks ago when I was visiting my dad in Iowa. That big thing behind me is touted as “The World’s Largest Strawberry” by the Strawberry Point, Iowa Chamber of Commerce. I’m a big fan of the world’s largest ANYTHING, but it just so happens that strawberries are food and this is Cycle365 Food Month.
But it was time for me to start cooking my incredibly tasty meatballs for the block party. The Feeshko had finished up her incredibly delicious potato salad, so the kitchen was all mine. I carefully minced up the onions and garlic, prepared the other ingredients, and smooshed them all together with a big mound of ground meat.
I’m not a huge self-promoter [a lie] but every once in a while I might provide a link to my internationally-famous cooking blog. (When I say “internationally famous,” my Blogspot Analytics tell me I have three readers in Europe and one in Australia. I think I know who the Australian is.) This will be one of those times when I provide a link because it involves my meatball recipe. The only difference this evening is that instead of making the Swedish Meatball sauce, I served them in a home-made teriyaki sauce. Also, I made a double batch so nobody would go home wishing they could have eaten more of them.
The National Night Out is a national thing — as the name suggests. It’s a community-police love fest held every year on the first Tuesday of August. MY Town had several neighborhood gatherings, but MY neighborhood was the first one visited by a big fire truck and a couple of cop cars. The kids loved it. I kind of enjoyed interacting with a bunch of cops too since I had nothing to hide and I haven’t done anything illegal in decades. They sat down and ate with our group and at least one of them complimented my meatballs.
It was a fun evening. The Feeshko and I met some new neighbors and some long-time neighbors who had no idea who we were. That’s kind of funny, because we’ve been living here for 28 years. Even funnier is that when we mention walking our little black dog in front of their houses . . . THEN they remember us.