Step aside Betty Crocker.

I am on vacation this week (oh glorious joy! Somebody pinch me, this cannot be real) and decided to try my hand at domesticity today.  Much to my surprise, it worked out okay.  I made an edible dinner.  No one died.  The house didn't catch on fire.  I didn't break any dishes.  I didn't cut myself.  I did cry a lot during the cutting of the onions.  Below is documentation.

Konigsberger meatballs, from our German cookbook.

I cry every time.  Does anyone have a trick that actually works?

Capers.  I had never had them before.  I still don't know what they are.

They remind me of tiny little green olives.

Hey, maybe that's what they are.

Finito!

Clean up.

Thank you to my dedicated paparazzi, Kristy.

She was also the brave soul that partook of my culinary masterpiece.