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Growing up, little-me…
Hated meatloaf…hated her mother’s meatloaf… Copied the recipe when moving out, just in case grownup-me wanted to make meatloaf (which, of course, she knew she never would) until… She saw a recipe on the back of the oatmeal box…a recipe for meatloaf…a recipe completely different than the meatloaf of her childhood nightmares… One used breadcrumbs, the other used oatmeal…one contained sausage, the other just beef…one added milk, the other didn’t…and this meatloaf tasted like a dream… And so it was…this old gal said, “I’m hungry for meatloaf”…that husband of mine, not surprisingly, replied with, “I’m hungry for meatloaf the way I make it”… Had never had his meatloaf…didn’t know he HAD a “meatloaf way” but learned it soon enough… Crackers instead of oatmeal…chopped onion instead of instant…petite tomatoes instead of ketchup…use a large pan instead of two small… And it was decent….decent enough, in fact, it made meatloaf-eating-me think there may be more than one way to skin a cat…or, in this case, make a loaf of meat… But that proverb—that cat proverb—has got to go…cat-lover me thinks she detests that saying almost as much as she detests that meatloaf from the past… Almost… And those cat friends of mine agree…
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