Superbowl Party Food: Uber Easy Oven Baked Meatballs with Flaxseed Water instead of Egg. . .Yum!!!!

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[2 Days Ago]

Okay.

I sat down to type to you, and tell you some other stuff but I’ve got some serious heavy business on my mind that just can’t be escaped.

I was shopping the other day at TJ Maxx looking for new pillows for my couches . . . .

to match a new painting on my wall. . . .

and I found a purse.
Mustard.
Hobo-esque.
Genuine Leather.
With pockets for glasses, and keys, and make-up. Inside pockets. Outside pockets. Pockets. Pockets. Pockets.

And. . . .
it was on clearance. Regular price like $80. On clearance for. . . .$15.

I carried it around the store with me while I shopped.  I picked out 4 pillows.  And a lovely red and white peppered throw.  I saw some baskets that I could really use in my laundry room re-org and I needed like 8 and they were $7.99 each, and. . . . I already had like $80 worth of stuff in my basket.

I put the baskets back.
Those I could wait on.
Can’t put the pillows back.
Can’t put the throw back.
Do I put the $15 mustard yellow leather perfect purse/bag up? DO I? DO I?

So I just stood there.

It was a painful process.
I wasn’t even aware of the purses existence until 20 minutes ago, and now its life or death whether it returns home with me.
What will my husband say?
It’s already dicey as to whether or not he’s going to fully embrace my redecorating project for the living room. Will he love the contrast of black and white, with a splash of color?

Will he think the throw, thrown onto the sofa will be too ‘cottage’ like for his taste.
No. I must leave the purse.
The entire living room decorating project depends on it.
The purse can take it like a soldier.
It’ll be okay.

- – - – - – - – - – - – –

[TODAY - 9:48 am]

It’s NOT okay.
I want that purse.
I just radioed my husband (ie. I ran outside to tell him as he was preparing to leave for work)

“Ummm. . .Warwick. Monday, I saw this purse and I can’t stop thinking about it, so I’m about to go back to the store and dirty the truck that you just washed BECAUSE it’s crucial that I have that purse and that purse has me.”

“Oh.” He says. “Well, what does it look like?”

“It’s mustard, and its BIG and really great.That’s basically it in a nutshell. Oh! And it’s real leather, AND its on clearance. Really. Its perfect.”

“Wonder if I’ll think it’s perfect.” He raises an eyebrow.

“Does that matter?” I raise an eyebrow to his raised eyebrow.

“I think it does if I’m going to be walking next to it for the rest of my life.” He mumbles.

“Okay, then.  I’m going to get it so you can see.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” And I then walked inside the house. To type to you.

To tell you I’m anxious, and that I need that purse.  I just called the store to see if it was still on the clearance rack, the sales guy went to check and he can’t find it.  *taps fingers on the desk*

So you know what that means don’t you?
I gotta go.
NOW. Like in real time. It’s 9:48 am. I’ll be right back.

- – - – - – - – -

I’m back. Its 11:21 am.

I walked straight over to the clearance rack, and couldn’t find it.
I went to the back of the store and couldn’t find it.
I went back to the front and found five other purses I liked for about $199 a piece.
I groaned.
I moaned.
I moped.
I hoped.

And then I opened my eyes. . .
and I saw it. Crammed into a corner of the sales rack with some really atrocious purses.

And I was so happy. I cried out of pure pleasure.
And then I looked at it closer and thought, It doesn’t look as beautiful and life changing as I remember.
And Phoebe didn’t even want me to put it in the basket because she said it was too big.
And it is kinda big.
And not really the same color yellow that I remembered it being.
It might be too HOBO-ish.
Uuuggghhh. I don’t know. Who cares.
I bought it anyway.
And my life is exactly the same as it was 2 hours ago, just now I own a kinda mustard purse that I’m sure I’ll grow to re-love.
Uuuggghhh.

- – - – - – - – - -

MEATBALLS.
What a whirlwind.

Meatballs! Meatballs!
Shopping makes me CRAZEEEEEE!!!!

Meatballs! Meatballs! Meatballs!
Somebody throw one in my mouth and on my fingers so I can stop talk typing and proving that I’m a total nut case.

Whatever, self.
I may be a nut case, but it appears to be working to my advantage so far.
Just look.
I’ve got this purse I think I like.

My couches have these lovely pillows, I know I like.

And I have meatballs. In my brain. AND on my plate.
That are SUPER (bowl) easy to make.

What else could a person want?

Uber Easy Oven Baked Turkey Meatballs with Flax seed Water instead of Eggs
Seriously. Even though I am crazy, I know a good meatball when I meet one. And these are soooooo good. We had them for dinner last night with pasta and my family tore them up. I think I’m going to make them for Super Bowl Sunday and make mini sliders out of them. Yummers. Or I could throw them in a crock pot with my fave sauce. Whatevs. They take 2 minutes to prepare, and 30 minutes to cook. And zero effort. Total Game Winner.

* I used Flaxseed water instead of egg because I didn’t have any eggs. When the flax seed is whirled in a blender with water, the combination of the two becomes the consistency of an egg. Crazy, right? Yes it is. And it binds like crazy, just like an egg. Feel free to use an egg in this recipe, or not. In any case, some other day, when you don’t have any eggs you might try this tip out in your recipe and see if it works for you:)

Ingredients:

1 1/2 pounds Ground Turkey
1 package of Onion Soup (dry mix)
1/2 cup plain breadcrumbs
1/4 cup Flaxseed Water or 1 egg (to make flax seed water blend 1/4 cup water with 1 TB ground flax seed in a blender for 2 minutes)
1 TB milk

Directions:

1.  Preheat oven to 350 degrees. 
2. In a medium bowl, mix all the ingredients together until just combined. Form into balls and place onto a lined baking sheet.

3. Bake for 30 minutes or until cooked through. Enjoy!

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