Last night Baby N fussed for hours and hours before finally settling down around 1.30am. She seemed to have an upset stomach as well as being generally unsettled. I also had a bad stomach; I wondered if that had any correlation with all the onion-based meals we’ve been eating. Today Little A is complaining of a sore tummy, and Baby N is now in full-on spit-up mode. Perhaps these things are all entirely unrelated, but I was not particularly looking forward to eating this evenings meal, Mexican Pasta with Tomatillo Sauce and Meatballs, given that it is heavily onion/ garlic/ chili centric.
Nevertheless, we set about making the meal- the meatballs were pretty straightforward- ground pork, egg, breadcrumbs, cilantro, hot sauce, salt and pepper were mixed together, formed into balls and baked in the oven. The sauce was made by sautéing onion, garlic and jalapeño, adding stock (or beer) followed by chopped tomatillos and cilantro. Cooked fettucine was mixed with the sauce and the meatballs and served together in the bowl.
In fairness, we never would have made this meal, or indeed any meal featuring tomatillos, prior to starting this project. Unfortunately, we probably never will again, such was our dislike of this meal. I was planning on only having a little bit anyway- unfortunately I didn’t eat more than a bite. This just tasted like spicy oniony acid. Like a dinner of limes, but not so refreshing. Fortunately the meatballs were reasonable- I ended up eating a couple on a bread roll with ketchup. Unfortunately the pasta was mixed in with the sauce so it could not be redirected into a decent meal. L mixed in copious amounts of sour cream so that he had acidic sour cream pasta. He did eat it though, although he was definitely not impressed. This was one of those meals that may well be very appealing if you like the spicy tart end of the taste spectrum. It just didn’t do anything for us, but presumably other people may love such a meal.
Tomorrow we will be remaking this meal as Mexican Tomatillo Stoup with Chorizo. I can only hope that the addition of potato and leek and chorizo may offset the monotonously sharp taste of the tomatillos and give a more balanced medley of flavours. Once again this evening we have a fussy child- she is still so little that we are trying to figure out if she’s uncomfortable or unhappy, or if this is just how she is. Let’s hope this is just a phase, she sounds so very, very unhappy.