My sweet neighbor, Katherine, brought us dinner two nights ago. It was a meatloaf.
Now, I suppose I don't have anything really against meatloaves, per se, but it isn't something I make. In fact, I have never made meatloaf. It just seems so... 70's... and meaty. Anyway, I prepared myself for the onslaught of negative remarks my children would surely make, heated it up and served it with homemade fries and a salad.
They LOVED it. Torin: "More meat!" Laurel: "Mom, how come you never make meatloaf?" Sonja: "Can I have another piece, please?" Q and I exchanged confused looks, then resigned shrugs. Ok, whatever. Just when you think you know everything, your kids get to prove you wrong... again.
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I LOVE MEATLOAF! And so do my kids. I grind up black (not Greek) olives, a carrot, and an onion in the food processor to a paste and add it in, you can't tell (and as you know I don't even like black olives), but it makes it so yummy. I also use ground turkey instead of beef. And a meatloaf sandwich the next day on toast with lots of mayonnaise? That's what I'm talking about.
I hated meatloaf until I ate it. Meatloaf was that soggy stuff you covered with gravy. And you certainly did not eat it at my house. It was something that other people got at cracker barrel. The Friday's got a meatloaf sanwich, which was delicous, but had so much... I don't know what, that you might not actually finish the sandwhich before you had to go to the bathroom.
But now I have a roomate that makes a meatloaf I ask for. It is spicy. There is no gravy. There is only the dark depths of heat from which your tounge may never recover. It is perfect.
I admit to the same prejudice and the same pleasant surprise about a year ago in Colorado when my sister-in-law made two big loaves of meat. I gobbled it up in a serious way and asked for the recipe. She got it right off the Lipton dry onion soup mix box. Who knew? I've also discovered meatloaf combo packs in the meat dept, it's like pork, beef and veal or something, I don't know. I made it once. I think I'd make it more if we could call it something else.
Baby!
Yeah! I don't know where else to say it. Congrats!
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