Meatballs are that world ultimate dish that each country has different name for. While I was growing up, I enjoyed my meatballs as “polpette” that were first lightly fried in oil, added to tomato sauce, and served with a side of creamy mashed potatoes. My mom’s polpette weren’t round (balls), they were more like patties. Just delicious every single time! When I got married I started to enjoy my meatballs as “kofte”, cooked in oven as a casserole with sliced potatoes, either in tomato or tahini sauce, and always with a side of rice. As life road lead us to Sweden , my meatballs became “köttbullar”; there, meatballs are often served with mashed potatoes, “gräddsås” (a creamy gravy) and “lingonberry sylt” (cranberry jam). And now, in USA , I proudly enjoy them as meatballs over the pasta, or with potatoes, or in a sandwich… So my recipe is a mix of all recipes from countries I was blessed to call my home, but no matter what you call them, there is only one word that can describe meatballs: heavenly indulgence! Well, maybe two J
When I cook I usually don't measure. So now that my babies are all grown up, I started to cook all their favorite foods with measuring cups, spoons, pencil, and a notebook by my side, recording every step for future references. Dinner table is that special place where all the family gathers to exchange events of the day, to share special moments, and to make important announcement. And if good home cooked food is served on that table, these gatherings become even more precious and memorable.