Originally Posted by Chef JimmyJ
They do look great so I will be giving them a try. Up here, Office Parties, Church Pot Luck Socials, Funerals and gathering of all kinds frequently have...Sweet and Sour Meatball! What ever recipe of Meatball you like, more often than not Frozen Store bought, covered in equal parts Heinz Chili Sauce and Grape Jelly then simmered in a slow cooker...totally uninspiring...JJ
Those sweet/sour meatballs are far too common around these parts and quite lame. Better than a ritz cracker with some cheez-wiz but not by much. Now that I have a smoker, pork shots blow the meatballs away. I need to try this recipe as it sounds and looks great.
As for Bum's story about the dog eating the meatballs, it reminds me of two dog stories.....
Cassidy - As a teenager, my parents had a Bichon Frise named Cassidy (he had a bandana around his neck when we got him and "Butch" doesnt really work for a white fluff ball dog). One night I came home from school and head into the living room. Mom says, I've got dinner for you on the table in the kitchen. The rest of the family had finished only 10 min or so before. I look at the kitchen table and there is nothing but an empty spotlessly clean plate. I say, "Mom there's nothing on the table." She had left roast chicken with gravy and a side on the table. Cassidy, who stood about 10-12 inches at the withers, and who we did not know could jump that high, had launched himself onto the kitchen table and devoured the plate. He might have gotten away with it too if it wasn't for the fact that his white face was covered with the gravy.
Dublin - Our Kerry Blue Terrier, was accused of swallowing my wife's engagement ring. The wife leaves her engagement and wedding rings on the dresser every night. One morning while getting dressed she drops the ring off of the dresser and see's Dublin at her feet apparently eating something. (He is notorious for grabbing items dropped on the floor (such as papers, plastic clips, dimes, etc.) and chewing but not often eating them). She is convinced he has eaten the ring. We search all around the bedroom and find nothing. We borrow the neighbors metal detector (confirm that it detects platinum by swiping it over my wedding band) and scan the dog. As we move over his stomach, we get a BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. We try it again....BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. Uh Oh... Convinced that he ate the ring, the wife spends the next 4-5 days squeezing the doggie bags of poo before tossing them into the garbage. (It refused bc my ring was securely on my finger) After 5 days...Nothing. We finally break down and get an X-Ray. No Ring. I insist that we re-search the bedroom and low and behold the ring is found in a dresser drawer. Poor Dublin was watched like a maximum security prisoner for 5 days to make sure we never missed a No. 2.