Happy 5772!

Cousin Clara’s Never-Fail Sweet and Sour Meatballs

(Subtitled: If you don’t like ketchup, you must not be from Minnesota)

Make these a day ahead of serving them, because reheating only makes them better!

The Meatballs:

1 1/2 lbs. chopped meat
1 egg
1 large carrot, grated on the small hole side of the grater
1/4 c. matzo meal or fine breadcrumbs
black pepper to taste
dash of ketchup
Knead all the above together gently by hand in a large bowl.

Meanwhile, in a large, heavy bottomed saucepan…

The Sauce:

1 large bottle of ketchup (1 lb. bottle at least)
Same large bottle of ketchup, filled with water
Optional: tomato paste
Boil the the sauce and gently form and add the meatballs, about the size of a small walnut. Simmer about 2 hours and then remove from heat. Add 1/4 c. of brown sugar.

Thanks to Liron for suggesting I “digitize” my handwritten recipe for posterity after I spent a panic-struck half hour looking for it. As my mom (z”l) would have said, “Delish!”

Breaking! Beatles on Palestinian Bid for Statehood

Try to see it my way,
Do I have to keep on talking till I can’t go on?
While you see it your way,
Run the risk of knowing that our love may soon be gone.

Chorus:
We can work it out,
We can work it out.

Think of what you’re saying.
You can get it wrong and still you think that it’s all right.
Think of what I’m saying,
We can work it out and get it straight, or say good night.

Chorus:
We can work it out,
We can work it out.

Life is very short, and there’s no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend.
I have always thought that it’s a crime,
So I will ask you once again.

Try to see it my way,
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong.
While you see it your way
There’s a chance that we might fall apart before too long.

Chorus:
We can work it out,
We can work it out.

Life is very short, and there’s no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend.
I have always thought that it’s a crime,
So I will ask you once again.

Try to see it my way,
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong.
While you see it your way
There’s a chance that we might fall apart before too long.

Chorus:
We can work it out,
We can work it out.

Again, I’m not being flippant about this, but you have to admit there’s a lot in these lyrics that fits the Palestinian/Israeli dialog (or lack thereof) pretty well.

Frankly, both sides need more statesmen/women and less politicians. Unfortunately, politicians are all we have.