When I was a little girl I couldn't wait for visits to my Father's parents' home. My Grandmother would never tell us when she was going to make them, but every time we got there for dinner I was hoping that the first step through the door would bring the wonderfully comforting aroma of her Norwegian Meatballs.
Basically, Norwegian Meatballs are the same as a Swedish Meatball, but my Grandma would never agree to that statement...she is Norwegian, therefore what she makes is Norwegian. By far, this was my favorite dish and one that I would always beg for my Grandma Elly to make for us.