Last week of January. February starts tomorrow, which means it's been almost two years since I started really cooking — since I replaced the evening drinking with the kitchen. I don't announce this anniversary. I'm not the kind of person who stages his own milestones. But I notice it, and noticing it matters.
I am a different person than I was in January 2017. The obvious differences are the sobriety and the grief — one a choice, one not. But the less obvious difference is that I am now someone who cooks. Not as a hobby or a pastime but as a practice — a daily engagement with attention and transformation. I take raw things and make them into nourishment. That is not a metaphor. Or if it is, it's one I live rather than think about.
The kids have grown up around a father who cooks. Diego is learning without knowing he's learning. Sofia baked banana bread on her own last week and left me a note saying "I made this, don't eat it all." The twins think the kitchen is a play space and a science lab and a place where interesting things happen. This is everything. This is the whole inheritance.
Made my grandmother's albóndigas soup this week — meatballs in a tomato-chile broth with rice and vegetables. She made it for me when I was sick as a kid, and she made it when she was celebrating, and she made it when there was nothing particular to mark. It was just the soup of Tuesdays and bad weather and ordinary love. I made it on a cold Thursday evening and let it sit on the stove all night. The house smelled like her kitchen for the first time in years. I stood over the pot and let that be enough.
My grandmother’s albóndigas were the real thing — hand-rolled, broth-soaked, unhurried — and I’m not ready to write that recipe down yet. Some things need to stay a little private. But the impulse behind it, that need to set something simmering and let the house fill up and just be present in it, I can share that. These spicy Hawaiian crockpot meatballs aren’t her soup, but they carry the same logic: you put the work in early, you walk away, and you come back to something that has been quietly becoming itself all afternoon. On a cold Thursday, that’s exactly what I needed.
Spicy Hawaiian Crockpot Meatballs
Prep Time: 20 min | Cook Time: 4 hrs | Total Time: 4 hrs 20 min | Servings: 6
Ingredients
- 2 lbs ground beef (80/20)
- 1/2 cup plain breadcrumbs
- 1/4 cup whole milk
- 1 large egg
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 1/2 tsp onion powder
- 1/2 tsp kosher salt
- 1/4 tsp black pepper
- 1 can (20 oz) crushed pineapple, with juice
- 1/2 cup ketchup
- 1/4 cup low-sodium soy sauce
- 2 tbsp sriracha (adjust to taste)
- 2 tbsp brown sugar
- 1 tbsp apple cider vinegar
- 1 tsp fresh ginger, grated
- Sliced green onions and sesame seeds, for garnish
Instructions
- Make the meatballs. In a large bowl, combine ground beef, breadcrumbs, milk, egg, garlic, onion powder, salt, and pepper. Mix until just combined — don’t overwork it. Roll into 1 1/2-inch balls (you should get about 30).
- Brown (optional but worthwhile). Heat a skillet over medium-high heat with a little oil. Brown the meatballs in batches, about 2 minutes per side. They don’t need to be cooked through — you’re just building color. Transfer to the slow cooker.
- Mix the sauce. In a bowl, whisk together the crushed pineapple and its juice, ketchup, soy sauce, sriracha, brown sugar, apple cider vinegar, and grated ginger until combined.
- Slow cook. Pour the sauce over the meatballs in the crockpot. Stir gently to coat. Cover and cook on LOW for 4 hours or HIGH for 2 hours, until the meatballs are cooked through and the sauce has thickened slightly.
- Finish and serve. Taste the sauce and adjust heat or sweetness as needed. Serve over steamed white rice, garnished with sliced green onions and sesame seeds.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 420 | Protein: 28g | Fat: 18g | Carbs: 34g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 740mg