Tim Campbell
TVWBB Diamond Member
Our house is being painted and right now I can only use the Genesis. Too hot to run the oven, so the gasser went to work.

My wife makes fantastic meatballs but I wanted to go a bit lighter so I went with turkey. I used to be able to fool my son into thinking they were beef. That doesn't work anymore. These were good and a bit healthier, but nowhere near as good as my wife makes them. She's Italian, I'm Scotch-Irish.
Mixed turkey, a few ounces of sweet Italian sausage, and some diced prosciutto. Some asiago, a panade of milk and bread, an egg, and some parsley. A few spices, too. Brushed the tops with olive oil and cooked at 400° for about 30 minutes.

Threw on some sausage.

They cook quickly. Flipped them halfway through.

Rested for a bit and served with spaghetti and a jarred sauce. I know...I'm lazy. Too hot to make sauce. A little basil and all set.

My son just became a teenager. He eats anything that's not bolted down. He ate a meatball, looked at us and said, "Dad, they're good but they're not even close to mom's." Then he shoved two more meatballs into his maw.
The punk. I'll get over it somehow

My wife makes fantastic meatballs but I wanted to go a bit lighter so I went with turkey. I used to be able to fool my son into thinking they were beef. That doesn't work anymore. These were good and a bit healthier, but nowhere near as good as my wife makes them. She's Italian, I'm Scotch-Irish.
Mixed turkey, a few ounces of sweet Italian sausage, and some diced prosciutto. Some asiago, a panade of milk and bread, an egg, and some parsley. A few spices, too. Brushed the tops with olive oil and cooked at 400° for about 30 minutes.

Threw on some sausage.

They cook quickly. Flipped them halfway through.

Rested for a bit and served with spaghetti and a jarred sauce. I know...I'm lazy. Too hot to make sauce. A little basil and all set.

My son just became a teenager. He eats anything that's not bolted down. He ate a meatball, looked at us and said, "Dad, they're good but they're not even close to mom's." Then he shoved two more meatballs into his maw.
The punk. I'll get over it somehow
