Ah, meatloaf, that humble comfort food. It's so easy to make, but no matter how hard you try, you can't get it exactly the same as your mother's. And don't even try to duplicate your mother-in-law's version, you can't do it.
Because I still consider myself a kitchen novice, I really appreciate how forgiving meatloaf is. The first few times I made it, I started with the basic meat/egg/bread crumbs base and just threw stuff in. "My mom puts soy sauce and mustard in her burgers, let's see how it works with meatloaf." Or, "Oh hey, I have some salsa but no chips. I'll just throw the salsa into the meatloaf."
I think I can now officially say that I have figured out "my" meatloaf. Ground beef, egg, bread crumbs, soy sauce, mustard, salsa, and onions, with ketchup on top. I don't know any amounts other than one pound of beef and one egg. Everything else I just sort of put in until it seems right.
My husband really likes meatloaf in general, but I checked with him today and he assured me that he likes MY meatloaf. It's a little thing, but for this Midwestern man, meatloaf = love. Leaving all the leftovers for him = lots of love. And so I'm happy to make it for him.
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