Winner, Winner, Meatloaf Dinner, Part 1


We are a family of meatloaf lovers.  I’ve tried a few other recipes, but I always come back to Mom’s.  It is the perfect blend for the perfect family dinner.

So, why meatloaf?  My dad grew up scary poor in Idaho.  He always said it was a good place to be from for that very reason.  A major treat for him was a wedge of iceberg lettuce and a spoonful of mayonnaise.  He wanted to someday drive a Chrysler and have hamburger steak for dinner.  Once upon a time those seemed like unattainable dreams for him.  Then he met mom and the rest of her Norwegian mafia and discovered dreams can come true.

In our house, everything centered on dad.  I don’t mean that in a whiny way.  Mom built her life on making dad happy and comfortable.  They were married in the ‘40’s, what can I say.  This recipe gave the rest of us a break from hamburger steak.  Things were so different back then, but they were married forever and probably happier than anyone else I knew.   It might have been because of this very meatloaf.  You should try it just to see if it works.











2 pounds hamburger, 80/20

¾ cup milk

1 ½ cups bread crumbs (I use ½ panko and ½ Italian) or to make it gluten-free, use 1 cup of old-fashioned oatmeal like in the picture up top

½ teaspoon salt

½ teaspoon pepper

1 package onion soup mix

¼ cup ketchup

2 eggs

Combine milk, eggs, Ketchup, soup mix, crumbs and S/P in a large bowl.  Let crumbs absorb the liquid.  Crumble meat into mixture.  Mix lightly and form into a loaf on foil, place on a rack in a pan.  Bake 325 degrees for 1 ½ hours.


*   From the Recipe Box:

My favorite sandwich.  Funny, I like it with ketchup hot out of the oven and with mustard cold on bread.

Once I entered a blind tasting at work to see who made the best meatloaf.  I won 17 to 1.  Later I found out the single vote was a pity vote.

I mix the meatloaf up and divide it in half.  I cook half that night and freeze half for a future dinner.  Perfect for a G & L dinner and a sandwich for me the next day.  Fab!

Nate used to ask for this on his birthday.

and remember:  Courage does not always roar.  Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying I will try again tomorrow.  Big kiss, Lynn

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