Yesterday was one of those days. I didn't even get home until 7, at which point I was starving. But the dinner plan was for mini meatloaves, which was going to take the better part of an hour. Alas, I didn't have another choice ready to go, so I set to work, frantically moving from ingredient to ingredient. But right off the bat, I faced disaster. Many of my cooking mistakes occur not during the actual cooking, but during storage and prep. I only recently found out that you're not supposed to refrigerate garlic, but I forgot to check on mine until yesterday, when I found that every single clove had sprouted. DISASTERS. I had to try to cut around the sprouts, which is basically nearly impossible.
Making meatloaf is a whole other type of disaster. I've never made meatloaf before, so I didn't anticipate how much it would resemble barf. My recipe called for mixing egg, bread crumbs, ketchup and french onion soup mix. Um...gross.
And dog food....
And turds.
I was so disgusted by this point, I made Sean form the four little loaves with his hands.
Ewwwww.
And then they came out of the oven and looked EVEN MORE DISGUSTING. I was convinced this would translate to the taste and was already telling Sean we may have to order pizza.
But you know what? They were perfect. (Please ignore how sad our little dinner was; we were so hungry we didn't even want to waste time making side dishes.) They tasted just like meatloaf should — spicy sweet with just the right soft texture.Lesson learned: don't judge a disgusting meatloaf by its looks.
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