Standard Euphoria Version
Meatloaf is a vibe thing: therefore, I’m providing vibey foundations. You need to feel the loaf-force and channel the details yourself.
For meat, you want to have your butcher fresh grind some high-fat beef for you – maybe toss in some brisket if he’s got a little. Blend it with ground pork , veal, or sausage if you wish, but go for a total of 2 or so pounds. Tear two or three slices of white bread into chunks, then drop them into a bowl of milk to soak for a bit. Set it aside.
Brown a minced onion and some chopped garlic in butter until the onion is soft soft, then dump them into a mixing bowl with your meat, 2 eggs, a hearty-farty squirt of ketchup (I recommend the new stuff Heinz released made with sugar instead of HFCS), a shot or three of Worsterchire sauce, and hearty sprinkles of allspice and cinnamon. Add some bread crumbs to dry it up a bit, but don’t go overboard. Grind some fresh salt and black pepper in as well. Get your nine-year-old son to mix it.
Add your soaked bread and mix it lightly before making it into a loaf and putting it in the oven. Cover it with a glaze made from more ketchup, a little brown sugar, and a bit of spicy brown mustard (or just squirt ketchup all over it).
Put it in a 375 degree oven for about 45-60 minutes depending on loaf size.
Remove from oven and let rest for a few minutes before eating. If you can.
The Bacon Delight Variation
This is a tough one to guess: cover the loaf with raw bacon before cooking it. The pork fat emfattens the loaf and the crispy top is great.
The Texas “You Made That Up, Didn’t You?” Variation
I have a buddy whose friend used to lay hot dogs into a meatloaf, right down the middle. Slicing it would present loaf with multiple discs of dog. If you do this on multiple levels, you can make a smiley face.
[...] made misery meatloaf quite a few times since then, though I’ve tweaked the recipe and renamed it euphoria meatloaf. Mini Me, however, refused to make it any more, claiming it wasn’t worth the [...]
Which reminds me of my first meatloaf experience at age 9 in a rented house with my dad and a load of his ne’er do well friends who drank a lot of beer and built something called Mother Moffat’s Meatloaf Mountain, designed to provide lunch and dinner for 8 men and three little girls for a week. In my memory this mass of carnage and ketchup was rolled in on a trolley to much raucus carry-on. WHich reminds me of the piping in of the Haggis and the burning question, WHY oh Why have you not written anything about THAT meat experience, Mr. Schmidt? I can send you Robbie Burns’ Poem to go with…
What about morag?
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And I’d make meatloaf out of the Loch Ness Monster any day.