I never thought it would take so long to make Swedish meatballs again... But here we are like a year later with the encore of Swedish meatballs. Just as well received the second time. After Scrappy claimed she had never had them before. It's been a long time.
I cheated on Valentine's Day... I've been faithfully pulling recipes from the Better Homes & Gardens cookbook since January, but I thought Valentine's Day called for something more dramatic. So, I went to Epicurious, where they were promoting Jamie Oliver's Valentine's Day recipe for anchovy-something-or-other or a less scary-sounding recipe for two. I skipped the soccer mom cookbook and the anchovy delight, and went for veal with potatoes.
LV hung out in the kitchen and helped me make dinner, which normally doesn't happen because I feel I can't have a blog if I don't do all the work. But this was better. We were listening to the Billy Joel box set, and probably should have changed it before we sat down to eat. His poppy synthesizer hits don't mesh well with candlelight.
Oh, yeah, and there's a total lack of a centerpiece. It looks like a cat food dish in the middle of the table... LV sent me flowers, I sent him flowers, we didn't need more flowers for the table. Doh. The bowls are from the bread and dipping sauce we were munching on while making dinner.
I was thinking of titling this post "mmmmMeatloaf," but I really wasn't that crazy about it. I think I'm programmed to want my meatloaf with just ground beef and on the dry side. Like it's not done right until it NEEDS ketchup on it.
As a way to use up the left over ground veal and ground beef from an earlier (and successful though not photographed) attempt at Swedish meatballs, I decided to make some meatloaf. I think the veal helped it taste juicy, and I was repulsed. Scrappy and LV, however, dogged it.
All I have to show are the three leftover slices...
