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I grew up in the quintessential big farm family.  As the first girl after eight boys, I kind of ruled the roost, at least for a short time, until a baby brother and twin sisters came along and spoiled that gig.  Farm life needed all of those helping hands in those days because no one had huge tractors or gargantuan combines. We had little red Farmalls – As and Cs – to help do the work on our Century farm.  And after all of the farm work, my mom had some starving boys on her hands.   My mom was really not the greatest cook in the world; she just didn’t have time to fuss with fancy foods. She did, however, have some classic dishes that were wonderful.  Her big challenge every day was to put a lot of food on the table, fast.  Those boys could eat a lot of food and you’d better guard what was on your plate or it would be gone, too!  To help keep up with the volume, my dad had a potato truck and a bread truck deliver to our farm. Thus when I get out one of my mom’s recipes to make something, I almost always have to brush up on my fifth grade fractions to bring them down to  “normal” serving sizes.  One recipe I looked at recently was for “icebox” sugar cookies. (Side note: She almost never made cookies as they were gone almost before she was done baking. Her recipe calls for 8 cups of flour and 4 cups of sugar – this will be a blog for another day!) One of those wonderful recipes I remember was Swedish Meatballs.  She only made them once a year – at Christmas – because it takes a lot of meatballs to...