Meatloaf. That’s it…no fancy adjectives or list of specialized ingredients. Because in my house, there is only one meatloaf–and heaven help the cook who wants to change anything about the recipe!
Growing up I never understood why meatloaf was the butt of late night or school lunch jokes (until I got to junior high and tasted the ersatz “meatloaf” that they served in the cafeteria!). I loved it enough to request it for my birthday dinner. In fact, even today I generally double the recipe so that there will be plenty of leftovers….and chances are there will be a container in the refrigerator with a post-it note, staking someone’s claim for tomorrow’s lunch.
Eat the last piece of meatloaf at your own peril!
It does make a killer sandwich. Soft white bread, mayo, maybe some lettuce if you’re feeling fancy. Ok, so this wasn’t a planned photo. It falls more into the category of “mocking the husband for the absurd size of his manly sandwich”. But you get the idea!
