I counted myself a little teensy bit more Swedish Monday night, after having successfully made homemade Swedish meatballs (köttbullar.)
Stu and I eat them fairly often, but I always buy the pre-made, pop-in-a-frying-pan kind. But Patrick was visiting from the States and we had invited new friends Carrie & Brendan over for dinner, so it seemed proper to make them from scratch (and Patrick insisted.)
|(Why yes, I do serve my homemade meatballs in a dish shaped like Sweden!)|
|(An opportunity to use the wine-chilling thingamabob is an opportunity for Stu to take artsy pictures.)|
Why don't we do this more often? I think I should start a Sunday Night Köttbullar!