The Art of the Matzoh Ball

I’ve got the space, if not the cooking talent, for the big family Passover seder, and today’s the fateful day. I am currently up to my elbows in matzoh farfel stuffing and charoses, and will emerge from the kitchen only for brief bathroom breaks, the reading of the Haggadah, and the Big Meal itself.
My cleanup (nothing’s worse a blizzard of matzoh and macaroon crumbs) and my recovery from too much heavy lifting of turkey and brisket may extend well into tomorrow.
How do you spell baleboosteh? (See (Leo Rosten, p. 29.)