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Just when you get comfortable, they start to stir.  Just when you’re beginning to smile again, they become alert.  It’s almost like a bat signal that only they can see is automatically connected to your happiness…

To whom/what am I referring?

Yup.  The skeletons in your closet.  And in my case these mofo’s seem to be cha cha sliding all up and thru.  It’s like as soon as you move on, they can smell it.  They get this itch that tell them ‘gee she must be happy, let me call her and try to fuck that up.’

Once again, it’s that magical time of year that people can sense the cold weather coming and they twisted sense of ‘fight or flight’ kicks in  But no serious up you should go back and re-read my previous post on cuffing season and learn about what I’m referring to as ‘Cuff Darwinism’.  I promise it’ll come in handy for this little gem I’m about to share.

So the other day I get a random text from a DC number that is not in my phone talmbout “Hey how’s your morning going?”  So my natural response was “who’s this?” and yall can pretty much guess how things went from there.  Apparently it was some guy who says we used to talk a few years back.  My number was still in his phone but obviously I didn’t have his.  I thought he had the wrong number but nope, even had my name saved and spelled correctly so I had to have given him my number, right?  Like…I literally do not remember this dude AT. ALL. Pictures didn’t help, he even called me, but yeah needless to say I’m good.  …Aaaaand another one!  Says I gave him my number in February of 2013 but he thought I was too busy then…I swear I have no recollection of these events.  I know my memory aint shit, but damn!  Why me lawd!  Why now?

Two words:  Cuffing Season.  And these heaux, both male and female outchea tryina get chose like real bad.  So bad you’d call somebody whom you barely knew of from like several years go talmbout ‘hey whenever you get this message give me a call back.’  Bitch please!

So I guess this means I’ve officially entered into the draft?  LOL! I guess I better start getting my team together or whatever.  But here’s what: dissertation.  I’ll be posting more on these and other cuffing season shenanigans in the future.

Oh yeah, please cuff responsibly yall. 😉

Meatballs in Red Sauce 

Did I tell yall I’m eating clean?  Yeah this shit is kinda getting old.  Don’t get me wrong, I feel great and I love to cook but its just the time that’s associated with making everything.  But hey, be intentional, right?


  • 1 lb ground turkey
  • 1 lb ground pork
  • 2 tbsp minced garlic
  • 1/2 grated sweet onion, abt 1/4 c or so
  • 1 tsp parsely
  • 1 tsp thyme
  • 1 tsp basil
  • 1/4 c fresh grated Parmesan cheese (not the shit from the jar or the can yall)
  • salt and pepper to taste

For the sauce: 

  •  15oz can tomatoes (crushed, diced, sauce, whatever your preference just make sure there’s nothing added)
  • 3 tbsp basil
  • 2 tbsp fresh minced garlic
  • 1 tbsp onion powder
  • 2 tsp oregano
  • 2 tbsp crushed red pepper flakes
  • 1 tbsp honey
  • 1/4 c merlot (ok so I kinda cheated, judge me.)

So essentially you combine all the ingredients for the meatballs and roll them to form balls of your preference.  I know there may be concern about not using any type of binder (bread crumbs, eggs) but they won’t fall apart in the crock pot I promise.  Put the meatballs on a baking sheet that is lined with parchment paper and pop them in the freezer for abt 20 mins.image

Meanwhile, in a large pot over medium-low heat combine all of the ingredients for the sauce.  You can freestyle this is you want- like add veggies and other spices and what not.  Play with it and have fun!  But allow the ingredients to warm together (not boil) and remove from the heat.

Place the meatballs in your crock pot and cover them with the sauce.  Cook on low for about 4 hours.




I told u they wouldn’t fall apart 🙂

Serve them over pasta or just eat em by themselves.  Enjoy!