Albondiagas con Salsa de Tomate
A couple of weeks ago I had a wild span of about four days that involved meatballs and moving. Roy was on a trip that he had planned months before, and both Jenn and Alli were scheduled to move out on the very days he was gone. Allison was headed back to college. Jenn, just graduated from college, landed her first job which required that she live in her work territory. With an apartment to move into but nothing to put in it, Jenn got the idea of filling up the place with stuff from Ikea. It sounded like a pretty good adventure, so Friday, as soon as I got home from school, Alli, Jenn, and I drove two and a half hours to the nearest Ikea store. Before we even got to the store, we could see it from the highway. It was massive! Hanging on the building was a huge banner announcing a price reduction of delicious looking meatballs! We parked the car and walked through the entrance at 7:22 pm. We could now smell the meatballs and see crowds of people eating the meatballs! I could just imagine the conversation that the people there must of had earlier - "Honey, it's Friday night. Let's go out to Ikea and eat meatballs for dinner." Unfortunately, the store closed at 9:00, so there was no time for us eat the meatballs! We were starving (bad planning) but perservered and wound up in the check out line at 8:50. Two of the items Jenn purchased had to be brought out of the warehouse, so Alli waited on those while Jenn and I loaded up the car with the self serve boxes. We had taken all the seats out of the mini van except the three we needed, and Jenn and I were feeling pretty smug about how efficiently we had packed the car as we walked back to where Alli was with the other two pieces. Our hearts just went to our throat as we saw how big they were! The three of us took them back to the car and struggled to fit them in. No one said anything out loud, but it was evident that we weren't going to fit them in. My mind raced as I thought about our options. The store was now closed. Aunt Claire actually lives in the city where the Ikea is - but she was at the lake at that time. Of course Roy was miles away. Just then an angel walked up to help us. He was a maintenance man and said he was sure he could find a way to make it all fit. We unloaded everything out of the van and started over again. He put the boxes in like pieces of a puzzle - sometimes putting them through the front seat and sometimes pushing them across over the middle. We were just soaked with sweat from anxiety and the heat when it was all finally packed but we were all so thankful for that kind man's help. We got home at 12:15 a.m., got up at 7:00 a.m., moved and put together the furniture with Jenn all day until evening. The next day was spent getting all of Alli's stuff together and packed. When I asked Alli what she wanted for her last meal home, she answered without hestitating, "Meatballs!"
Below are three different recipes for meatballs that we love. At the bottom is the website you can go to for the recipe for Ikea meatballs. I've never had them, but I'm told they are very yummy!
|Taking a Meatball Break with Leftovers|
Three Steps for All Meatball Recipes
1. Put together the meatball mix
2. Shape into balls and grill 5 min. a side or bake 350 degrees for 20 min.