All posts tagged: beef

Swedish Meatball Sliders

What makes a meatball Swedish? The spices? Allspice? Nutmeg? Maybe even cardamom, cloves, or ginger? Is a smörgåsbord required? Is it the filler? Bread cubes or crumbs? Mashed potatoes, perhaps? Or grated onion? Should pork, beef, or veal be the bulk? Just pork and beef, or all three? Should they be fried or baked? After studying a myriad of recipes, my conclusion is that any combination of the above can result in a Swedish meatball! According to Sweden’s official website, the most important thing is that they “must be prepared, above all, with love.” As sentimental as this might be, I agree. But don’t forget the lingonberries! Potato Bread Buns Since Swedish meatballs are usually served with potatoes, I decided to put the potatoes in the buns. Lightly adapted from Betty Crocker. Ingredients 1 1/2 teaspoons dry yeast 175 ml (3/4 cup) warm water 1 tablespoon white sugar 1 dl (scant 1/2 cup) warm mashed potatoes 75 g (1/3 cup) butter, at room temperature 1/2 teaspoon salt 1 egg 510 g (3 1/2 cups) all-purpose …

Fennel Beef Pizza with a Rosemary Crust

Pulling out of the Pizza Hut parking lot, waistbands loosened, a slightly sleepy feeling setting in, we prepare for another five hours or so until we get to Granny and Pa’s. We’ve been on the road seven hours already. Interactions between me and my siblings decrease, and a quiet solitude sets in. One by one, we succumb to sleep… …My eyes crack open. Dashboard lights shine through the permeating dark. I hear the seams in the concrete going past in a regular rhythm, with an occasional disturbance in the pattern; perhaps this is what woke me. My siblings beside me breathe steadily with the slow, even breaths of sleep; it’s the only time we’ve all been peaceful together in hours. My mom in front of me, also asleep. My dad—also asleep?! I stare in the rearview, forcing my wide eyes not to blink; no, not asleep, just squinting from a long day of driving. During our many road trips down the Eastern seaboard to visit my grandparents, Pizza Hut was a common pit-stop for my …