Cannonballs

Today I spent the afternoon making matzo ball soup for tomorrow's seder.  Soup was easy.  Matzo balls not so sure about.  I think one must have years of experience to make the light and fluffy balls pictured on the can of matzo meal.  This was only the second time that I attempted to make them and I don't think I have gotten the touch right.  I followed the directions diligently but they are definitely sinkers or, as they are affectionately known in my family, cannonballs--headed with a solid oomph to the bottom of your stomach.

Although I remember my mother's cooking at Passover as particularly delicious, if truth be told her matzo balls were never a sure thing.  There was always a good chance that cannonballs not floaters would dominate.  I guess I'm following the family tradition.

Update: This morning, I looked again at those lumpy balls sitting in my refrigerator and thought there is not way I can serve these leaden clunkers tonight.  So. . . I tossed them out and started over.  I am praying for floaters this time.