We've fallen into a rut when it comes to Sunday's main meal. Every other week or so, my husband and I actually manage to be in the same place at the same time. When we are, I make it a point to ask what he has a taste for when it comes to dinner. The last few times, his answer has been predictable. Meat loaf. He always prefaces the choice with 'your wonderful' or 'world famous', which is intended to flatter me. Now I like meat loaf as well as anything, and I have a favorite recipe, but I occasionally like to think of things like pecan-crusted tilapia or roast chicken or even take out Chinese as alternatives to a seasoned ground meat mixture molded into an oblong shape and basted with tomato sauce before being baked in a 350F oven for about an hour. And served with green beans and potatoes. Especially every two weeks! On the up side, there ARE leftovers, when we remember them, and it IS rather therapeutic to mush all the ingredients around in a large bowl until you can't tell the bread crumbs from the beef. Maybe tonight I'll surprise him with corn on the cob and some cucumbers in sour cream. And next week, we'll have that tilapia :o)
I'm procrastinating of course. I have writing to do as well as meat loaf to make. I've taken on the task of trying out a story in first person, and it's different from my usual approach. Ranting a bit about the meat loaf is so much easier!
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