Kefta, rolled from ground beef or lamb, is not a meatball. Meat oval, meat lollipop, meat blob, perhaps. Not ball.
Cooks often describe them as torpedoes, though the weapon is named after a cigar, and the cigar is named after an electric ray that's flat below, humped above and topped with small, close-set, menacing eyes. Not something I'd like to find flopping on my carrot salad.
The only commonality these shapes share is that they come to a point, as should I. So: Format kefta however you like, as long as it's not a sphere, which is wrong. Charred outside, carrying a payload of garlic, mint and parsley, they're the bomb.
