I would take a picture to show you what I am holding in my hand right now, but then I would have to figure out how to get that onto my computer and then uploaded to my blog and I have already bored myself just thinking about the steps I would need to take.
So instead, I will just describe it. It is red, cylindrical and full of meaty goodness.
No, not a dachshund. And, no, not that either, you dirty birds.
It is a solo cup full of meatballs. Awesome, right? If you know about me and meatballs, you know that this is about the best thing ever. If you don’t know just search my blog about meatballs. The only thing that could really top this would be meatball tacos… Man, I am so inventing meatball tacos.
Anyway, back to the story at hand. It all started with a potluck. Let me tell you about my potluck strategy. I am way too lazy to make anything for potlucks, so I just show up really late to them. Kinda like I just want to hang out.
Now, nobody wants to deal with large containers of leftovers for the rest of the day, so that is where the beauty of this strategy comes in. The potluck participants all but beg me to eat their food and take plates for later.
So there I am, grazing some homemade goodness, when I spot the crockpot full of meatbally goodness. I had to think fast to maximize my meatball intake. Plates just don’t do, they roll around and are generally unruly. If there is one thing nobody wants, it’s an unruly meatball.
Then I see the stack of red solo cups. Jackpot. The perfect meatball corralling container. So, here I sit with a big cup full of meatballs. Don’t hate.