As mentioned in an earlier post, it was meatloaf appreciation day this Thursday. Knowing that, and how to make meatloaf, I consciously couldn’t shirk my responsibility, so I did it up. We threw the dish a birthday party.

Our meatloaf was 62. Not because my particular recipe had been in the family for 62 years, or some other sentimental reason but because I had a 6 and 2 leftover from another birthday, my 26th. Certainly the dish is much older – see here. But it’s really of little consequence. After all, you’re only as old as you feel and our loaf felt (and tasted) very fresh and young.

We invited all of meatloaf’s friends – gravy, mashed potatoes and asparagus and set the guy aflame. Before digging in, we all gave reasons of gratitude. Me: “Meatloaf reminds me of family dinners when I was growing up,” My friends: “It puts fat on my ass,” “It’s America’s only unique cultural contribution.” We blew out the candles and dug in. There were no leftovers.
It was a great party.

Next up is mac and cheese