Last night I made….meatloaf. Sounds so Middle America, doesn’t it? Actually, I have no idea why I decided on meat loaf, other than the fact that I had picked up some organic ground beef and was looking for something to do with it. After more than ten years as a Rampant Vegetarian, I still have trouble thinking Meat.
Meat. Just the sound of it is a little nauseating, isn’t it? Meat. I mean, you hear, “chocolate mousse”, and you know instantly where you are, but Meat? That could mean, well, anything.
And apparently last night, for Michael, “anything” was Not Good.
Oh, I’ve cooked meatloaf before, back in the Old Meat Days, and even once in the past year. And that time, despite the fact that Michael had forewarned me that he Did Not Like Meat Loaf (but pleaded with me to make it anyway? is that twisted or what?), it was a hit. So big a hit I thought I’d try again.
Here’s the recipe.
2 pounds ground beef, one was organic and one was grass fed
1 onion, chopped
2 cloves garlic, chopped
1 stalk celery, chopped
2 eggs
heel of homemade bread, made into crumbs
salt, pepper, some thyme, some parsley
That’s it! What’s wrong with that?
But as Michael slid his plate down on the floor for Mickey to lick, there was a surreptitious shake of the head that meant: This One Is NOT A Winner, And If You Make It Again Please Tell Me Beforehand So I Can Eat Out.
I think I’ll make me some nice chocolate mousse now.
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