Or rather, “How a well intentioned evening of preparing a delicious meatloaf from scratch quickly devolves into photos of slurping pan juice and vicious attacks on greek pasta salad with the addition of a box of wine and a few bottles of imperial stout”
Yeah. It happened. And, well… it happens. Usually with the meals that take longer to prepare. You’ve seen my posts about ravioli and my inverse levels of caring whether it’s sealed in proportion to my BAC.
This evening was no exception. Dad was bringing over the meat, we were to prepare some meatloaf together and have a fabulous meal. But then I had wine. And he had stout. And so did Craig. So we got the meat ground, but by the time it was mixed with onions and bread crumbs, my interest in following the recipe went out the window. In fact, I’m pretty sure I forgot to add eggs at all. So we just added Tom Douglass BBQ seasoning and salt until it tasted great to the drunken palate. Boy was it good.
Then we baked it. Have I ever told you how long baking meat loaf takes when you’ve had a few drinks? It’s like…. YEARS! And we were hungry. So we just ate the Greek pasta salad anyway. We decided that it was an appetizer in our multicourse meal of pasta salad and meat loaf.
Then while we let it rest, we slurped the heavenly juices. And they were magical. In fact, I took a photo that I had to promise my dad that I wouldn’t post.
Then we had more beer.
Then we finally at the meat loaf. With a delicious bbq sauce that my dad mistakenly left at our house and was swiftly consumed by the human members of our household.
Then I took a picture of the dog and our really sweet 70’s linoleum floor
Cool story, huh?