Meatballs

At some point during the week I mentioned to Wolfram that I felt like meatballs. Don't ask why, it's part of the deal to have craving for things out of the blue. 

So today my loving husband slaved in the kitchen to prepare spaghetti with meatballs.

Bon appétit !

Note: they looked so good that Oskar wanted some as well. It seems that he enjoyed eating spaghetti with tomato sauce and so did his tshirt, his shirt, my tshirt, the table and the floor. Kids with spaghetti is a messy business :)