My dear friends, if any of you remember me, I'll be more than impressed. It has been quite awhile since I have written. After giving birth to my daughter I have had quite a few problems that
needed to be addressed which have resulted in three surgeries and a fourth one to come. My spirits have been great due to every slurpy smile that my baby gives me through the day. I must admit I have not been cooking as much and have been 'loafing' more
than normal due to the fact that my innards have endured a lot lately. Of course as with any life event, there is always the humorous side.
My last operation left me in the hospital for six days with a foot long incision and a four hour blood transfusion. My dear husband was with me every step of the way as was my mother bear who
did a lot of growling on my behalf. I also had a lot of time alone...without cable. This gave me time to reflect on my life. I looked back at the peaks and valleys and realized that I have been so blessed to be loved and to be able to give love to my friends
and family. I also realized that the hospital was not a place to rest. Aside from nurses coming in to medicate you, prick you and find other ingenious ways to make you miserable, other patients can prove to be quite a distraction as well.
I was fortunate enough to have one such patient next door to me. Every time I just about closed my eyes I heard a bloodcurling scream. "Help me! Help me!" I felt so bad for the woman as
she must really have been in pain. Her epic cries occurred every 2 and one half minutes and crescendoed upon the quarter hour. I felt terrible that she was in such agony and said little prayers for her from my bed. By 11:30 that evening I used those prayers
on myself. I prayed that she could stay quiet for an hour or two so that I could get a little bit of sleep.
Finally, when I could stand it no longer I asked the nurse if she could do something for her. The nurse explained that she was fine and hadn't even had any surgery yet. I asked her why she
was screaming. She responded by telling me that the woman was perpetually hungry and would scream unless she was eating. No offense to the hospital but I was more than willing to offer up my meal plan to support the woman's cause and to receive an hour or
two reprieve from her screams.
I am sorry, but no matter how hungry I am, I would never scream for hospital food. The screaming would have to come from something worth screaming for- like my grandmother's meatballs or my
Now meatloaf might strike fear in many of you since there are many recipes out there that are just plain terrible. These are not my mother's recipe. I think in a previous blog I stated that
when my mother would tell my sister and I that we were going to have meatloaf we did the meatloaf dance (That I admitted that once was scary but twice is downright nerdy). Meatloaf meant sandwiches the next day and that beat peanut butter and jelly in our
lunch bags any day.
As I realize that I have shared this recipe a couple of years ago in one of my blogs I will share it one more time and then put it to rest. I made this last night and it is so good it demanded a blogging encore.
This is what you will need:
1 pound ground beef (preferably lean)
1 pound ground pork
1 1/2 cups Italian breadcrumbs
2-3 large carrots
2-4 stalks celery
1 small onion
1 cup grated parmesan or romano cheese
1/8 cup chopped basil
This is an important step if you want to have moist, tender meatloaf. Place the breadcrumbs in a bowl. Add enough milk so that the breadcrumbs absorb it and are soft but not soupy. Grate the carrots, celery, onion, and basil. Add the rest of the ingredients
and mix thoroughly. Grease a loaf pan and place the meatloaf in the pan so that is is nice and compact. Place it in the oven at 375 degrees until it is fully cooked, but not overcooked. I usually cook it for around 45 minutes. About 5 minutes before taking
it out of the oven top with ketchup,
Know that this makes a lot so the next day you can 'loaf' around knowing that there will be leftovers!