We couldn’t decide which country to favor tonight, Sweden or Italy. So I made sixteen Swedish Meatballs, and put half of them into some leftover spaghetti sauce and let them simmer for a bit, while the campanelles (pasta) reheated, and the broccoli got steamed! A quick sprinkle of freshly-ground Asiago cheese over everything, et voilå, an impromptu Italian dinner just like Auntie Marcella used to make! No, I don’t have an Aunt Marcella, but my friends and I have been waltzing around the nostalgia dance floor over the last few days, reminiscing about our high school days in Miami. Although The Bottle Cap Inn was our favorite haunt after our band events at football games, Marcella’s was another of the places we used to go for pizza.
We’ll have the rest of the meatballs for another meal, only this time there will a more authentic Nordic Sauce to accompany them. ;->