For me, this should be titled, “Mixing Up the Ingredients for Meatballs”, but I think more people will identify with the titular imagery. Either way, there’s something so relaxing, so fun, so… primitive? about just sinking your hands into a ball of gucky, gooey, sticky (whatever it happens to be).
Now, let it be said, that the whole process of kneading can get a little time consuming and annoying. I’m talking primarily about the hand-in-dough, mix-around, mush-it-up, squish-it-around parts.
You may be wondering, why is this so high on the list? I honestly don’t have a great answer for you aside from the fact that I know I have an unrivaled, unexplainable joy when I finally get to sink my hands into the bowl filled with ground meat, breadcrumbs, eggs (I don’t even beat them before hand), sauce, water and spices. The rest of the meatball-making process is sort of a bitch, but that first dive in with virginal hands is pure bliss.
Polar Opposite of this Feeling?: Trying to get all of that shit off your hands.