Last week I was informing the entire world few people that pay attention to me on twitter that I was cooking dinner. Seems like there were quite a few of us making meatloaf that night.
I hate meatloaf.
Or…I USED TO hate meatloaf.
I mean, I hate my MOM’S meatloaf (it’s ok, she knows). The meatloaf of my childhood was a loaf o’ burger with onion and green pepper chunks in it with ketchup baked on top.
So when Cort told me years ago that he wished I made meatloaf? I cried a little was determined to find one that didn’t suck. Ok, I wasn’t so much determined as I was skeptical that one could actually exist.
Enter Real Simple Magazine.
People? If you do not know of this wonderful magazine you are missing out on some of the best tips, cutest decor ideas, and deliciously easy recipes EVER.
Anyway…what was this post about?
Oh yeah, meatloaf.
So one day as I am paging through the gloriousness that is Real Simple, I come across a meatloaf recipe. I am about to blow it off as another disgusting concoction, when I notice there are no chunks of yuck in it.
I have now made this meatloaf about 247982734927 times. It’s that good.
It’s the perfect comfort food, although probably not the best “hey let’s lose a thousand pounds” food.
Anyway…here it is:
You know what I think makes it yum? There is not nasty Ketchup involved. It’s BBQ sauce that you see right there. And there are no chunks…but there IS shredded Italian cheese in there. Oh yes, friends. CHEESE.
I SUPPOSE you think I should share the recipe at this point, huh? Well Ok. Because I like you. You have such a nice face, and all. Here it is:
1.5 pounds of ground beef
1 cup of shredded Italian blend cheese
1 envelope of dry onion soup mix
1.5 cups of Italian bread crumbs
1/3 cup of water
mix together and form a loaf.
Bake at 400 degrees for 20 minutes
take out and top with BBQ sauce
Bake for 15 more minutes or until done all the way through
I tend to serve comfort food with, yes, more comfort food. Mashed potatoes. Green bean casserole. Anything that will make my tummy feel full and warm and my eyed drowsy.
I whipped up this dinner in less than an hour’s time from start to finish after work one day. And then I had leftovers for a few lunches to work.
Is there a more perfect meal?
The answer is no. No there is not.
*bonus friendy friend points if you can name where I stole borrowed the title from.