Yesterday I made meatballs for dinner. No big deal, but it got me to thinking. I can throw a from-scratch batch of meatballs together in no time. I toss the ingredients into my meatball bowl like it’s not hard – because it isn’t. It hasn’t always been this way. Meatballs haven’t always been easy. Not at all. Years ago when my husband and I were just starting our lives together, meatballs were downright elusive. They were complex and confounding. Mysterious balls made up of meat and other ingredients too numerous to imagine, much less understand. My husband tried making them; I tried making ...