Am I bummed...

that I wasn't able to go to the gym tonight because my car literally got stuck on a flat surface covered with inches of blowing snow?  Nope- only with the fact that I now know that I need new tires.  Need.

Monday Monday...

Meatloaf. 

Out of the Frying Pan (and into the Fire)

Beef, bread crumbs, onions, garlic, egg, vinegar, tomato sauce, Worchestershire, horseradish, carrots, celery, salt, and pepper.  I had it all in my pantry and waiting to be used!  I hand-mixed the loaf and set it in the fridge until Paul and I got back from the gym. 

Much later on, when the cooking time had gone about 50 minutes, I got up from reading and decided to check things out.  Good thing I did.

The living room looked a bit smokey, and when I peeked into the oven, I saw the overflowing pan of meatloaf dripping onto the bottom of the stove.  These were no ordinary drips of ketchup sauce or celery juice.  I am sure this was the grease and oil of the wonderful ground beef from my parents' purchase of a 1/8 cow.  How am I sure?  Because with each drip, the 400 degree oven set a burst of orange flame to light on the floor of the oven.  Nice.

Calm Paul and I turned the oven off and shoved a cookie sheet under there for the remainder of the hour-long cycle.  I remember all too well the time I ate rather raw meatloaf.  Not doin' that again.

But I might do this...muffin meatloaf?!  Cute!  Find it at

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