We had dinner hours ago but the place still smells like a galley of Swedish meatballs.  Shortly after eating dinner, our babysitter arrived and we dashed out of the house with a counter full of dirty Calphalon.  The meatballs?  Not bad, though I used a variation on the recipe I brought home from Sweden years ago.  I added a little dill to the mixture.  And we skipped the sauce.  Here’s to our Swedish friends, back in Sweden and around the globe.