Meatballs with a Chance of Cloudy

It was nice and sunny this morning at eight o'clock. It seemed like the perfect day to make meatballs. By nine o' clock they were ready to go, but the sun had disappeared. I could tell by the number of clouds on the horizon that we would have, at best, sporadic sunshine today. Not the kind of day for any kind of solar cooking; least of all ground beef. Not wanting the raw meat swimming in tomato sauce to become a bacteria playground I turned on the electric oven and called it a day.