On many occasions, I have promised to bring meatballs to my book openings. I’ve had my Swedish mother-in-law’s recipe for some time now but hadn’t gotten around to actually making it.
My sister-in-law told me how those meatballs were a favorite treat and something she always requested for special occasions when she was growing up. They fell out of favor later in her life. Maybe when she realized what the secret ingredient was. The comment from her husband was along the line of “it’s not natural.”
I should have cooked up a batch before now, but I didn’t have all the spices and I couldn’t decide what meats to use for the actual meatball. I wanted something other than 100% beef. All this indecision and procrastination meant no meatballs … until now.
Last week I had to have something for a neighborhood party. So, now was the time for meatballs.
I do have to make a confession—I purchased frozen, ready-made Swedish meatballs. Yes, there are such things, but not as easily found as you might think. Fareway came through for me.
It was all good because I wanted to concentrate on the sauce anyway.
I gathered all the spices I would need and lined them up on my counter. It was so impressive that I had to take a photo.
All went well enough and most of my meatballs disappeared. I have made a start and have ideas of what to do next.
There will be meatballs!