Or make a feast there. That is, if you like their meatballs. I personally do not. I liked my mother's meatballs. She made sour cream by buying cream and letting it sit at room temperature for a day or so. She called them Swedish meatballs. I don't think there were any Swedes or Scandinavians of any sort in our mutt-mix of a family.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
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