Yesterday I made Swedish meatballs because people kept telling me that they were tasty. I knew going into it that those people were probably lying but I was willing to give this Swedish delicacy a second chance. Because DTB is all about second chances. Unlike certain ex-GFs.
Well, guess what? I took one bite of that crap and I gagged. I couldn’t even swallow. And then the entire slow cooker of meatballs had to go into the trash. That’s right. I even threw away my slow cooker. There’s no way that I can ever cook anything in it again after the whole country of Sweden basically tricked me into making some disgusting slop that not even a pig would put in its mouth. Anything I tried to cook after that point would just taste like disappointment. Disappointment and that gross Swedish meatball sauce.
Don’t even accuse me of not following the recipe. I followed the damn recipe. I can’t do anything but because I’m not a good enough cook to try to put my own twist on things. It’s not like I poured a can of clam chowder into the pot or anything. Swedish people must not have taste buds.
The point is, the only good thing Sweden has ever done for the world is to create Jonas Jerebko. That’s it. Literally the only thing. He was pretty good last night, something that can never be said about Swedish meatballs.