Well, as you may have noticed, I never got to my last-minute Halloween craft. We bought a car instead. Hooray. But that meant we got home late and missed most of the trick-or-treaters. Which means we have loads of leftover candy.
Which means I will have gained 10 extra pounds by the end of the week.
People generally come down on one side or the other when it comes to pickles: dill or sweet.
I generally like both types, but my all-time favorite kind of pickle is the bread & butter pickle. I have no idea why they’re called that, but they’re delicious so I don’t ask questions.
Bread & butter pickles are on the sweet side of the debate, but they’re different from regular sweet pickles. I think they have much more dimension of flavor. They’re filled with onions and garlic and mustard seed and turmeric and celery seed. So when I came across my grandma’s recipe for them, I couldn’t think of a better way to use my cucumber crop. (more…)
Well, fall is here.
I have mixed feelings about that. I like fall. I love the changing of the leaves, the crisp air, the smells of autumn.
But fall also means that winter is coming.
I’m not a fan of winter.
I don’t know why I live in Minnesota.
One good thing about fall is that with the cooler temperatures comes the yearning for comfort food.
And where better to look for comfort food recipes than in my Grandma’s recipes?
Well, it may be spring, but here in Minnesota the weather has been rather capricious, vacillating mercilessly between winter and summer. The weekend was beautiful, but the new week was heralded by thunderstorms and cooler temperatures again. Looks like the entire week will be like this.
It’s the kind of weather that makes me want to eat oatmeal and drink hot chocolate and curl up with a good book.
And eat comfort food for dinner.
That’s where this recipe comes in. It’s one of my grandma’s, but I don’t have a scanned version since she decided to throw away her recipe card for this one when we were cleaning out her old recipe box because she knows it by heart.
These are called “pastys,” pronounced like “past-eez,” not like the color my skin gets in the winter.
Note: there are no porcupines used in these meatballs, so if you were excited that you finally found a use for that porcupine carcass in your garage, I’m sorry.
This is one of my grandma’s recipes. Therefore, it is delicious. It’s homey with a twist. Some good ol’ comfort food.