OH. MY. GOLLY.
That’s what I said, and that’s what you’ll be saying after you get a taste of this MESMERIZING, INCREDIBLE, MOUTH-WATERING recipe (did I say mesmerizing? Good, just wanted to be sure).
I mean, just look at it this—does it not positively SCREAM delicious!?
TBH, after eating this, I don’t want to do anything other than eat this little slice of heaven for the rest of my life. It’s. That. Good.
Seriously. If a crazy person backed me into an alley and threatened to either cut off my arms and legs or cut out my tongue, I’d give up my arms and legs in a heartbeat just to be able to eat this again.
Now, this dish can be a little tricky the first time you make it, so if you’re not as skilled in the kitchen, there’s no shame in clicking your way over to Rachael Ray’s 30-minute Spaghetti and Meatballs recipe, where the single college girls and working moms hang out.
I know I know I know, you just wanna get cookin’ on this! But you just HAVE to indulge me in a little more gawking because THIS ISH IS MY DISH.
Now, this isn’t just ANY old recipe ripped off the back of a soup can with some spices added. This recipe has a story, and I never get tired of telling it!
It all started 72 years, 4 months, 18 days, and maybe 3 hours ago (not too sure about that last number…) when my grandpa Felix McPherson met my grandma Agnes Costswald. Grandpa Felix was 19 years old, doing his usual afternoon walk around the city—grandma says he was an old soul before souls could grow old—when he smelled the most wonderful scent in the air that he had ever smelled in his life (SPOILER ALERT: you’ll be cooking this same dish in no time (DOUBLE SPOILER ALERT: you might find love because of it too)).
So, of course, grandpa follows his nose through New York City, the city of big dreams and hard falls, tall buildings and small hearts, fast cars and slow traffic, true love and cold scandal—Yes, THAT New York City (ugh, gram and gramps lived the dream!). He shows up at the cutest, most PERFECT little bakery you can imagine.
So he goes to the door but they’re already closed for the night (probably because it was the Prohibition and no one knew how to party late into the night—just my guess). But gramps fought in World War II, so really, how could a glass door stop him? He starts pounding and yelling on the window (he’s 90 years old now and he still hasn’t changed when he’s hungry…).
Well, grandma is inside, cooking in the back alone, and she. is. terrified (pretty sure the Red Scare was in full swing, so y’know, everyone was). Not many people had phones those days, but old grams was something of a trendsetter, and she MADE her boss, ol’ Mr. Mishkin, bolt one into the back wall. And she thought it would save her life today, while she was baking THIS INCREDIBLE MEAL THAT WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE once you hear the unbelievable ending to this story.
SO gram calls the POLICE. Yes, NYPD. The boys in blue, but maybe the boys in black at that time, with the cool bucket helmets. AND THEY SHOW UP AT THE BAKERY while gramps is POUNDING ON THE WINDOW.
Well, it turns out one of the coppers was a war buddy, so gramps explained the situation and grams ended up opening the door, and they all came in for dinner (I guess it was cool to just chill with the public as a cop back then) and the rest is history.
So, I wouldn’t be alive if not for this dish. THAT’S pretty wild.
Oh… You know what… I’m at the vacation home in Florida right now and I COMPLETELY forgot to bring the recipe card with me!! What a tragedy! How they survived before the digital age, I’ll never know.
Well, lovelies, I’m sure this story of love is recipe enough for this week. It always makes me feel full inside! Just stay posted for next week, and I’ll post the full recipe for this DISEASE-CURING, GOD-SUMMONING, SOUL-SAVING MEAL.
And here’s just one last picture to in case you forgot what to look forward to…
XOXO,
Justin Isaiah Dwyer
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