Monthly Archives: November 2008

Meatloaf, meatloaf, double beatloaf… I love meatloaf!

Who the hell doesn’t love meatloaf?  I’ll admit, I was a vegetarian for about 5 years in my 20’s.  It all started with a Dateline NBC “undercover” investigation of slaughter houses in the midwest.  It seriously fucked me up for years.  I refused to eat meat for 5 years.  I got over it when I met Jason though, partly because he was a single dad (with little if any cooking skills), trying to feed his kids with whatever resources were available to him.  The fact that I had no kids, and was used to cooking really good vegetarian food for myself, presented a bit of a cunundrum.  Long story short, it all worked out as I came back to the dark side with my carniverous instincts, and everyone was happy.  It’s all come full-circle now, and of course no one appreciates my cooking until they no longer have it.  I’ve come to accept it, and really, nowdays I cook more for myself and for the experience than anything else.  There, I said it.  Truth be known..

Last Thursday I had surgery on my sinuses again.  Not nearly as invasive as it was last year.. That time my doc corrected a deviated septum, and blah, blah, blah, four hours later he was done.  This time, it was less than an hour, and BAM! Done.  Easy recovery, it was recommended I take a week or so off to recover, and needless to say I feel like a million bucks, and I’m ready to go back on Thursday.  In the meantime, I’ve proven myself once again, a kick-ass SAHM.  I already know I’m good at this; it’s just a matter of convincing my other half that we can survive as a one-income family.  Or perhaps it’s me convincing myself that that’s how I want to live.  I don’t know.  I know if it came down to it, we could make it, but do I really want that?  I don’t think so.

Anyway, last night I made a KICK ASS meatloaf with some ground buffalo that Jason’s friend had given us with the freezer we bought from him.  At first I had no idea what to do with it, but as of late Ryleigh has reminded me that she’s a big fan of meatloaf.  So, meatloaf it was.  I love it, but I refuse to make your average everyday meatloaf.  Knowing that buffalo is lean, I decided to add some Colissomo’s hot italian sausage to the mix, along with sauteed onions and garlic, fresh parsley, sour cream, eggs, parmisano reggiano, bread crumbs, and some great spices.  If you’d like the recipe, I’d be more than happy to give it to you as this was by far the best meatloaf I’ve ever had (or made), if I may say so myself.  I made this along with a greek potato salad which also kicked ass, but it was all foreshadowed by some major fucking drama brought along by the boy teenager.  Needless to say, the meal was ruined by all accounts, and well, what do you do?  It was salvaged tonight though, by cold meatloaf sandwiches on toasted whole wheat pita bread (really the best choice because it stays crunchy on the outside, and deliciously tender on the inside), and a spring salad with tomatoes, purple onion, and cannelinni beans.  Check it out for yourself.  I have to say it was one of the best meals I’ve made in a long ass time:



I’m typing this with my left hand..

I’m typing this with my left hand only because I burned the shit out of my right hand while cooking and need to keep it on a  box of frozen spinach (actually am rotating between spinach and peas) Just an fyi in case I fuck it up real bad..

Sheesh! It’s been so long since I’ve blogged, I may have forgotten how. I will give it a shot anyway, because I have a lot on my mind lately.  I am totally full of mixed emotions today.  Last night I attended my first ever protest rally..  for something that I feel so strongly about; and not only because it hits so close to home, it is also, and more importantly, a matter of human rights and equality.  If you don’t know know me, I come from a large family; I have five brothers and one sister.  We were raised Mormon, come from a broken home (not special, I know), and two of my brothers are gay.  That being said, this issue hits very close to home for me.  It’s hard for me to accept a world that denies them the same rights that I have.  They pay taxes like I do, they are law abiding citizens like I am, they hold jobs and care for their parents, and care for pets, and care for children if, and when they are able to,  just like any other couple who is afforded the right to do so.  This debate runs deep, and it’s something that I can’t and will never understand.  There is no debate here.  If you are affiliated with a religion that believes that it is wrong, and a sin to love someone of the same gender,  you ought to re-examine:  a) YOUR SENSIBILITY , b) YOUR SENSE OF HUMANITY, and c) YOUR FAITH.

Religion played no part in my marraige, because THAT WAS OUR CHOICE.  If the Mormon church or the Catholic church, or the Baptist church tells their followers that gay marriage is wrong, than so be it.  If you truly believe in, and adhere to the beliefs of that particular faith, and you go against those teachings, than yes, I suppose you are subject to the perceived persecution and judgement according to the teachings of said religion.  But even that is a very subjective matter.  My point being, if you do not belong to, believe in, or otherwise adhere to said religion, than what you do is your business AND NO ONE ELSES.  So please, PLEASE someone explain to me how my brother or my sisters equality affects your marraige.  If it does, that tells me you have A LOT of problems of your own that you should sort out with a therapist.  Or you should get a divorce.  But wait, getting a divorce, really, is destroying the “sanctity of marraige”.  So, I’m considering a movement that involves banning divorce and jailing anyone and everyone who commits adultery or anything else that is subject to sueing a partner for divorce.  Sound good?  Let’s go for it.

On the subject of cooking (which will always remain my favorite subject, and the least controversial), I cooked a real kick-ass dinner tonight.. Gorgonzola-stuffed chicken breasts with a balsamic reduction and sauteed kale with bacon and mustard.  Burning the living shit out of my hand while getting the chicken out of the oven really took the air out of my sails; mostly because Jas had to cut my chicken for me since my right hand is incopasitated.  I will definitely post a picture of it because it was lovely, but right now I’m lucky just to post…

Last night’s dinner…