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Swedish Meatballs

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Ikea and Swedish meatballs and my Grandma Claypoole’s death. I order the $4.99 Swedish meatball dinner at the Ikea cafeteria and think of my Grandma.

When she died, our friends and neighbors brought food. The funeral owner’s wife brought a Pyrex casserole dish filled with Swedish meatballs that Spring of 1969. It was my first meeting with them. They were the most tender flavorful meatballs I had ever eaten, enriched by sour cream blended into the gravy before serving.

The memory of sorrow and crying forever intertwined with Swedish meatballs.

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