Monday, October 25, 2010

The Meatloaf Challenge

I’m not sure what it is, but there’s something about meatloaf that makes me feel uncomfortable. I don’t know if it’s because it’s meat in a loafy shape or if it’s because the word “loaf” is kind of weird. I can’t quite put my finger on it. Maybe it’s because meatloaf is so moist and tender and fluffy and not really meat-like. It's more loaf-like but meat flavored. I don't know. I have to not think about it when I'm eating meatloaf or I start to think it's gross, even though my taste buds are telling me it's good. My neurosis manifests itself on only my second blog post. Nice. Anyway, I’ve decided to try to conquer my fear of meatloaf. It’s an American staple, after all. I’m going to test a few different meatloaf recipes and report my progress.

I tried my first one this weekend. It’s Pioneer Woman’s favorite meatloaf recipe. Find it here

Speaking of Pioneer Woman, I love her so much. I wish she were my best friend. Sometimes I sit on my own in my room and imagine our lives together. Okay, not really, but I sincerely enjoy her.

Tangent over. It is way good! I like the addition of the bacon on top. +1 point. The parsley and parmesan combo is positively divine. Be still my heart! +1 point. The sauce is to die for. It might be my favorite part. +1 point. But it was ultra light and fluffy, which set my craziness off on an all-time meatloaf-panic high. -1 point. Plus, I think I didn’t put enough salt in it, but that’s my fault, not hers. No deduction. Not like it matters. Points mean nothing here. I give it 3.757 out of 5 stars. Try it! Meatloaf is our friend.

Friday, October 22, 2010

I Shouldn't Have a Blog

I love reading people’s blogs. I’m a blog stalker. If I’ve ever heard your name I’ve probably read your blog. I love them! They’re funny, interesting, sweet, or at the very least, fascinating in a “What the crap?! Why are you sharing that publicly and did you really just spell that word wrong?” sort of way. It had never, however, entered my consciousness to begin a blog of my own. The other day, my older brother, who maintains an excellent and very entertaining blog, suggested that I start one. What?! That’s ridiculous! Who in the world would ever be interested in a thing I had to say? I’d have a readership of like 3. How humiliating would it be to see 1 hit on my blog and find out it was my mom? Also, what would I write about? I don’t do awesome stuff all the time. I don’t have the super special kind of mind that can turn, I don’t know, tripping over a crack in the sidewalk into a hilarious 500 word composition. I’m not that clever, not terribly funny. I certainly wouldn’t have an angsty, existential blog. I’m not that deep. When I declined my interest, he turned into horrible, awful, pushy brother and bugged and harassed- basically coerced me into starting one. So here I am. I would like you to know up front, I have nothing of value to offer. This may very well be the first and last post. I’m terribly sorry if I’ve wasted your time. If at any point I post something that someone can smile about or relate to, I should consider myself a complete blogging success. Well, I guess that’s it! I’m excited and scared to be part of the blogging community!