Here’s a piece of advice.
If you find yourself cooking dinner on a Friday night and you’ve resorted to a throw-down recipe because it’s easy, plus you have all the ingredients on hand, you might want to take a closer look at the sour cream before you just dump it in.
Because, otherwise, you might discover that all your paltry efforts have gone to waste and there is now a hairy lump of sour cream staring at you from the middle of what would have truly been an average tasting dinner.
And at the precise moment it truly registers that there is no turning back from spoiled sour cream, it will actually growl at you because it is just that bad.
But, if you have set your meatballs aside you can whip up a delightful marinara sauce or, you know, pour in a jar of Paul Newman’s Cabernet Marinara, heat up some french bread and make meatball sandwiches instead.
It’s like that old saying: When life hands you ptomaine, make meatball sandwiches.