holidays are when I get my food on
Dec. 29th, 2008 10:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chavvahOh man, you guys. Swedish meatballs in the slow cooker. This is seriously the cheatin'-est recipe in town*. It is so easy and so delicious.
The book that came with my slow cooker said to use one can of cream of mushroom soup and one can of "golden" mushroom soup (which I have never seen), but I changed it due to the fact that mushrooms do not agree with me* as a general rule. So here is what I did:
one can cream of chicken (in place of cream of mushroom)
one can of beef broth
some glugs of chicken broth, about equivalent to a can (in place of golden mushroom)
one packet brown gravy powder
one box cooked frozen meatballs (if you are more ambitious than I and want to make your own, 900g of cooked meatballs)
a tablespoon or so of grape jelly
Cook on slow for six hours or fast for three.
They came out exactly like IKEA meatballs. Although I suppose I could have just bought some meatballs at IKEA when I was there. Still, it is reassuring to know that now I can make them any time I want between now and 2011, or whenever it is that IKEA Winnipeg opens!
I ate them with creamy mashed potatoes and have been sighing with contentment all evening.
I know this recipe isn't exactly rocket science, and probably not worthy of the foodie tag, but I also happen to know that at least one of the people reading this journal enjoys IKEA meatballs.
I have lots of leftovers, so if anyone wants to come for leftover meatball lunch tomorrow, give me a call. I will be cleaning and hopefully getting some laundry done.
*I sometimes subscribe this really outdated and quite harmful mindset that the value of food is measured in the amount of time and effort one puts into it. Which is ridiculous. Some of the best meals I have eaten have been prepared quickly and without much forethought--the Eggs Benedict of the other night, for example. Not only that, but I have on occasion eaten things that lots of work went into, which tasted terrible.
**And you know, I was tired of arguing with them. "No seriously, get in the sauce." "No way. Also, that top looks terrible on you." Bastards.
The book that came with my slow cooker said to use one can of cream of mushroom soup and one can of "golden" mushroom soup (which I have never seen), but I changed it due to the fact that mushrooms do not agree with me* as a general rule. So here is what I did:
one can cream of chicken (in place of cream of mushroom)
one can of beef broth
some glugs of chicken broth, about equivalent to a can (in place of golden mushroom)
one packet brown gravy powder
one box cooked frozen meatballs (if you are more ambitious than I and want to make your own, 900g of cooked meatballs)
a tablespoon or so of grape jelly
Cook on slow for six hours or fast for three.
They came out exactly like IKEA meatballs. Although I suppose I could have just bought some meatballs at IKEA when I was there. Still, it is reassuring to know that now I can make them any time I want between now and 2011, or whenever it is that IKEA Winnipeg opens!
I ate them with creamy mashed potatoes and have been sighing with contentment all evening.
I know this recipe isn't exactly rocket science, and probably not worthy of the foodie tag, but I also happen to know that at least one of the people reading this journal enjoys IKEA meatballs.
I have lots of leftovers, so if anyone wants to come for leftover meatball lunch tomorrow, give me a call. I will be cleaning and hopefully getting some laundry done.
*I sometimes subscribe this really outdated and quite harmful mindset that the value of food is measured in the amount of time and effort one puts into it. Which is ridiculous. Some of the best meals I have eaten have been prepared quickly and without much forethought--the Eggs Benedict of the other night, for example. Not only that, but I have on occasion eaten things that lots of work went into, which tasted terrible.
**And you know, I was tired of arguing with them. "No seriously, get in the sauce." "No way. Also, that top looks terrible on you." Bastards.
