Salsa Soprano Whacka One Whacka Two

The Great Plotnik's friend John The King offered the Plotniks an extended loan of Season Six of the Sopranos. So, Thursday night, Duck and Plot sat down to watch the amazing unfoldings of the story. Damn, Uncle Junior, get a life!

How many people realize Mushnik had a cat named Uncle Junior? Does this tell you something about her?

Anyway, after only three episodes, Plot couldn't stand it anymore and he went to bed dreaming of spaghetti and meatballs. Yesterday morning he awoke and started chopping onions and shallots, to saute until they burnt the pan, then threw in garlic and tomatoes, deglaceed the pan, then cooked it all very slowly all day. The parsley went in a few hours later.

Meanwhile, he mixed together beef, pork, eggs, breadcrumbs, hot paprika and 1 TBS of the MOST BESTEST SECRETEST ingredient, mixed them all together, formed the dough into large round spherical wonderments, sauteed them on all sides and then, when the sauce was finished, threw in the meatballs to let them sit for a few hours in the sauce. A topping of pecorino romano finished it off on the table.

Meanwhile, many hits and whacks took place somewhere in America.



Of course, nobody ever did meatballs like these two:




While the Salsa Soprano Whacka One Whacka Two was cooking, Plot and Duck picked up the new bathroom counter top and sink, wedged the old one off, dropped the new one in and now only have to connect up the plumbing and the bathroom will be 1/50th finished.

I guess you need to see a picture of where we're at up to here. New counter top/sink, dropped in place:



Old counter top/sink, upside down under pool table: