Mini meatball subs
Cutlets and meatballs
I truly feel bad for my husband (sometimes). When I am sick, I turn into a gigantic baby. I lie like a queen, amongst piles of pillows and blankets on the couch and make demands. I should really have a scepter in my hand to make this image complete. In my sick and pitiful mind I think I am coming off like Princess Buttercup in the Princess Bride, speaking lovingly to the farm boy Wesley. In reality I sound like the evil queen. “Noooooo. I want to watch Real Housewives. It makes me feel better!” “Can you get me some more water?” (After my husband just sat down from being in the kitchen doing dishes.) “But I wanted the biiiiig couch.” The crazy thing is that much like the farm boy Wesley, my poor husband just says “As you wish.” I know. I’m a lucky girl. I seriously hear myself saying these things and think wow, how does he put up with me. I think that when I am sick, my filter gets turned off. I blame the mucous. So, since I was acting like a sick, spoiled child the past three days, I decided to make a meal fit …
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