This is almost too embarrassing to describe.
My gf, in her on-line meanderings, comes across this 'recipe' for "contest winning Bavarian meatball hoagie sandwiches." She sends it to me. So, first off, I'm always dubious about any claimed victory. What contest? Who was the judge?
But, y'know, one of the most basic tenets is "cook her what she wants."
So I look at this thing and...oh, hell no. It starts with a bag of premade frozen meatballs. How she looked at this and thought that it even might be good I have no idea.
Yet here I am munching down these sandwiches which are indeed really frickin' good. And off the top of my head I can't think of anything I've ever made that was easier.
Bag of frozen meatballs, quarter cup of brown sugar, package of onion soup mix, and a can of beer in the slow cooker. Four hours later plop meatballs on hoagie roll, lay on Swiss cheese and melt under broiler. The end.
Why do I bother working at cooking?