I am not a meatloaf fan. In fact, just the name makes me shudder a little. However, last week my son asked me what meatloaf was like. After a long sigh, I decided that 12 years of sheltering him from my childhood-dinner-nemesis was long enough. As you'll see in the photos that follow - he was rather enamored of the whole meatloaf-making process. In fact, at one point he said, "Mom - we should do this for a party!" The thought of multiple boys up to their elbows in raw hamburger gave me a whole body shudder. So although a meatloaf-making party is never going to happen as long as I'm living and e coli. still exists, I did end up eating and almost enjoying my boy's meatloaf. (I'll spare everyone the recipe, since meatloaf recipes are more common than silver minivans.)
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| Yes, being a food-safety gal, I insisted on gloves. |
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| Mad-scientist at work. |
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| Can you tell he was into the hands-on mixing experience? |
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| Since I was feeling daring - I also decided to allow him a lesson on electric-knife usage. My baby's growing up! |
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