This is not you Mother's meatloaf

Smokey

<p />For my last day home before going back to work I decided to make some meatloaf for lunch. The wife said I was crazy. First she hates meatloaf and then, why do it on the egg? The picture shows the befor, durring and after cooking. The resuld was she loved it as did I![p]Smokey

Spring Chicken

Smokey,
That's pretty. Bet it tasted good too. But how did you post the multiple photos is what I want to know.[p]Spring Chicken

Smokey

Spring Chicken,[p]I cheated. I brought them all into a photoshop and saved it as one image! There are other ways (using HTML code), but I was lazy. If you need the how to info to post multiple pictures, e-mail me.[p]

StumpBaby

Smokey,[p]Well..you're right about that...that ain't my mommas meatloaf.[p]Last time we had my mommas meatloaf was when gramma came to visit. She didn't visit that often, but she sure loved to have mommas meatloaf when she did come by. Momma used to mix her meatloaf by hand, the ol' fashioned way, no fancy lectric devices here..just 9 fingers (she lost the 10th in a fight with an ol' wild dawg...the dog was after some meat we had aging in the barn, psst..don't tell my sistah Beula..but the meat was the left half of ol' crustee our pet cow..the better half too...cause we gave that nasty lumpy half to the neighbors for a decent price..after we got done pounding it flat with some ol canoe padles..poor Beula thinks the cow ran away..fact of the matter is it almost did..right in the jaws of that nasty wild dawg..at least half of it..shoot..silly as it may sound every now and then I have to entertain Beula..and go on a hunt for that cow..knowin all along that it was some of the best darn beef we ever ate..cept for that nasty ol' weird pie my momma made with what she called the trimmins...from what I can figure..after eating that pie..trimins means gums and bums...man that was nasty..and I've had some nasty things..to be callin' that nasty is big..anyway ..where was I..oh..yeah..mommas missing finger.. momma tried fending that dawg off with a dull butter knife..but it wasn't a match for that nasty dawg..though poppa finally caught up with it and gave it a whoopin like you read about..and brought back that meat.mummbling something about it being naturally tenderized..though looked like a bunch of tooth marks to me ) an old washtub..and what momma called some good ol' elbow grease..I don't know...I been lookin at mommas elbows...and I do see what could be some shiny grease down there..in tween those prickly hairs..but tween you and me..I'm hopin that ain't the elbow grease she been talking bout..cause I don't think that'd be right...feeding that to gramma...although come to think of it..we always do have meatloaf on Sundays..only a day after our Saturday baths..and momma was always the first in the washtub..so maybe on Sunday..that elbow grease ain't so bad to use.hmm..I think that's OK then. So, there's momma...only six days after that fight with that wild dawg..a mixin that meat up like you read about..in that ol washtub..with nothing but her 9 fingers..I can still hear the squishing sound (and tween you and me..momma was finally over that nasty cold that had hung on all winter..so only coughed 2 times while mixin that meat..and that's best I've seen these days..momma should really quit smokin them 1 dollah cigars) of the meat mixing up and around that wooden washtub. It don't take momma long to make the meatloaf, and it wasn't long before we're all sitting down there with that fine looking loaf on the table..and we all each waitin for gramma to say grace...course most of the time her dentures slide in and out of her mouth so much while she's saying grace..we can't tell what she's prayin to the lord for..momma said it's obvious she ain't prayin' for more of that sticky denture goop..we all just try not to laugh while we figure out what gramma is saying. A good 15 minutes later (10 for grace..and 5 for us to get grammas dentures back in..this time, even gramma couldn't help but laugh during grace, and the dentures fell right into the meatloaf drippins..took a while before we got them back in the right way..gramma said she might not need dinner..cause her teeth already tasted liked the meatloaf..and that may be just enough for her)we were all chomping into that meatloaf a good deal..when my brother Dave holds up a nasty old bandaid, saying "Cool..look what I found in the meatloaf"..momma said "So that's what happened to it..I was wondering where that'd gotten to"...and she held up that knobby old bent bleedin finger of hers for us all to see...gramma and grampa..gagged..like I've never seen before..(that I'm admitten too anyway..some stories I'm going to my grave with..I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed..but I do know when to keep some things private)...the rest of us just kept on eatin..we really loved that meatloaf..and a stray bandaid meant nothing to us. Gramma and grampa never had another bite..and they had a look on their faces like I only seen that one time before..when uncle Fred came home with that goat slug on his leg..but they never said a word...just stopped eatin..and come to think of it they left early that day. My momma was not too happy with my brother Dave, for bringing up that bandaid...she took to callin him Joe Willy Neckbone and all sorts of nasty names..them wich I won't mention here..it was OK for me though..sorta took the heat off of me for peakin in the bathroom keyhole..the week before..oooh..the things I saw..but I swore not to speak of it..I took the most nasty of whoopins for that..not to mention the name callin..good god..momma is good with the mental torture when she's in the mood..but now it was Dave's turn..and I must admit I was happy.[p]Now..don't get me wrong..that's some good lookin' meatloaf..but you're right.. it ain't my mommas..but that may be a good thing...come to think of it.[p]StumpBaby

ravnhaus

StumpBaby,
LOL!
I'll bet Mamma makes a mean blood pudding too.

Smokey

StumpBaby,[p]That is too funny. Bbut you are right, it ain't your mommas! It was good however. I added flovoring to the meat when I mixed it (are of dizzy pig course grind rub and fresh garlic and onion.[p]Smokey

StumpBaby

ravnhaus,[p]
She does...and it's shagnasty. She also cooks a mean oxtail pie.... Yep, believe it or not, it's a real recipe, handed down through many generations of the Bouchard family.
Ahh, the memories, of momma standing over the stove stiring up a big pot of oxtails, or as we started calling them, much
to the dismay of my gramma, fly swatters. Momma used to give us the bushy tail ends to play with, as a diversion,
since we had such a hard time waiting for dinner. I can still recall sitting around the fire after dinner, with a belly full of fly-swatter pie, throwing the bushy tail end at my momma, yelling that a spider was coming, and Momma always pretending to be scared, no matter how many times we did that. Ahh, but then I had to go off to college the next year.[p]Ahhh...the memories...though...so real...[p]StumpBaby