Swedish Meatballs

A few weeks ago, I was craving Swedish meatballs. It was an unusual craving… maybe the leftover cranberry sauce in my fridge was calling me, or the need for something deeply savory that paired perfectly with my other craving for potatoes au gratin. 

Anyhow, I decided to double this very popular Raddish recipe. My rationale: if I’m going to the effort of making meatballs, I might as well make a big enough batch to freeze some for another night. 

Thanks to my cookie scoop (#meatballhack), I quickly had 48 meatballs prepped and ready to bake before I picked up my daughter from art class. I left them on a sheet pan on the counter, potatoes bubbling in the oven, and patted myself on the back for my A+ dinner game. 

20 minutes later, I walked in the door and the house was quiet. I had a sense of dread as I turned into the kitchen, where I spotted our dog Bowdie with 2 legs on the counter licking his chops. 

Assessing the damage up close, just 6 meatballs remained. 

SIX! For those counting, that means 42 meatballs –  nearly 2 lbs of raw meat, carefully seasoned and mixed and shaped with love by MY hands – had been devoured by my dog. 

I yelled! I stomped! I had a full-blown adult temper tantrum.

Then I took a deep breath, poured a big glass of wine, and baked 6 meatballs and a frozen pizza. Cheers to accepting the things we cannot change, and then moving on to just get dinner on the table!