Big ass burrata stuffed meatballs

Cutlets and meatballs

Is this title appropriate? Mom, I know you are already saying, “No.” If I offend, I apologize. I just couldn’t think of more appropriate descriptive terminology for these meatballs. Speaking of big ass, I started running. Some of you that know me, probably just dropped dead. Somebody do CPR on my close friends, because I speak the truth. I don’t know if it will last but I am giving it a go. Me telling all of you about it is kind of like me holding myself accountable. So, give it a week or two and somebody ask me again, if I am still running. It all started when I wanted a giant meatball and big plate of noodles. Ha. Just kidding. It actually started unintentionally. I was at the park with the kiddos, minding my business when all of a sudden some scary looking storm clouds rolled in. I din’t think much of it because honestly, if Andy and Jack last an hour at the park, I am shocked. Lo and behold, downpour. First off, thank God I had the double stroller with two little canopy’s/shades/awnings (?) whatever those are called to cover up the boys. Second off, I normally …