Saved by the Gravy

I decided to make a meatloaf.  Not my mother’s meatloaf, which is officially the best meatloaf on the planet, but a made up one, because I can’t remember my mom’s recipe.

It was fine.  It was saved by the gravy, which honestly, what isn’t?

I’m considering how to fry it up for a nice meatloaf sandwich tomorrow.  I sort of recall my friend’s mom used to slice hers up cold and then do a breading on it and fry it.  Which…. hmm.  Maybe?  Anyone have leftover meatloaf ideas?

My mom’s meatloaf was not conducive to that sort of thing.  It was juicy and crumbly and while it generally hung together it wasn’t committed to it.  But this mess I made is probably going to meld itself into hard pieces when cold.  And so I think it should do fine in a bit of a fry up.

Still.  I’m glad I made it.  There is a good sort of satisfaction to making a true and full meal.  I rarely ever do it.  The closest I come is curries or casseroles.  Usually I just have my potato and veg.  Or a burger.  Or a sandwich.  But meat, veg and starch is not common for me.  It always feels like too much bother for just me.

So I guess, despite it being a fairly meh meatloaf, I’m rather pleased with the meal.