Ahhh, more culinary tales. My favorite! Today, I thought I would share my mother's love of meatloaf. Mom has been on an infinite search for the perfect meatloaf my entire life. I have no idea why either. I never really crave meatloaf or have thought to myself, "Gee, I wish mom would get in the kitchen and scrunch together some meat and eggs and spices with her hands and then bake it for me." Nope, I have never ever never thought that. But alas, moms will do as they please and mine is no different.
Mom has tried numerous recipes, some call for bread crumbs, some call for crackers, some say to use Italian seasoning, while others recommend Lipton soup mix. She has tried them all. The occasion that mom really out did herself was not long after we left ole BT.
We had been living in our new apartment for a few months and I had started school in Crowley ISD. Things were going pretty well, for the most part. On this particular day mom had stayed home from work. I can't remember why but I do remember coming home from school and finding mom in the kitchen with a blender, a pound of ground beef, and a jar of spaghetti sauce. To this day, mom will deny this ever happened, but I'm telling you, IT DID!!
Can you guess what she was planning to do with those three items? If you guessed, throw them all in a blender, you would be right. I'm not sure if you have ever seen what happens to a blended tomato, but it doesn't stay red, it turns a sort of orange color. Now, think of what an entire jar of spaghetti sauce would turn into with some pink meat....well, friends, it becomes a bright fluorescent orange color. I swear it could have stopped a truck in the black of night.
As I'm watching mom create this blended spectacle of a dinner, I ask her "Mom, why are you doing that to the meat?" She replied, "I just thought this might work better than using my hands." Folks, if you ever get this response from someone, stop them from proceeding any further, and you begin to mash that meat up with your own hands. I beg you, do it yourself!!
Meatloaf should never be poured into a pan. It was the most god awful looking creation I had ever seen. I had to help mom empty this goo from the blender because she isn't the best at pouring things. It splashed into the little loaf pan and I just couldn't imagine putting that orange mush into my mouth. I told mom that I thought I was going to eat some cereal for dinner instead, and she said "That's fine, more for me!" Yep, mom, it's all you sweetie.
After, the "loaf" baked, you would have thought it would lose some of it's luminescent glow and maybe turn a little more golden, but alas it was still brighter than a Sunkist soda. I kept to my word and didn't touch it and mom kept hers and enjoyed the "loaf". She said it tasted great, I somehow doubt that, but my mom would probably never let me know if it was terrible, just because she hates to be wrong. Especially, when it is her own cooking.
Have a great Friday night friends! Please celebrate it without meat that you molded into a pan! ;o)
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