On top of my hoagy,
All covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball,
When somebody sneezed.
Okay, so it’s “spaghetti” and not “hoagy,” but I had to get “On Top of Spaghetti” stuck in your head while you contemplate the delicious dinner that is about to come out of your slow cooker if you make this recipe. I also didn’t lose my meatball when someone sneezed, though that would be okay because if someone sneezed on my meatball, go ahead and let that thing roll away, and give me a new one. Yuck.
Chris loved these meat-ah-ballz-ah, and he thinks meatballs are normally dry and boring. Not these. These meatballs, oh my gosh, they were so good–juicy, tender and flavorful. And you don’t have to use them on hoagies, grinders, subs, sandwiches (whatever your part of the world calls them)–slap those pups on some spaghetti, and you’re still in for a treat.
Cook some meat-ah-balls-ah after the jump
Meatloaf, double beatloaf, I hate meatloaf. Sorry, Randy, but I think I have a recipe that might change your mind.
Also, I think I’ve mentioned this before, but I hate the word “loaf.” What a dumb word. It sounds so floofy and gross and sloppy. LOAAAFFFFF. Say it out loud. See? Isn’t it stupid? Ugh.
If you don’t like Italian-inspired foods, get out of my kitchen. Just kidding. Sort of. But really, if you don’t, try my other meatloaf recipe — the one that convinced me that meatloaf wasn’t just a block of ground beef with chunks of gross weird stuff in it.
Alright, while I’d love to continue on this discombobulated rant, I need you to go ahead and read how to make the best meatloaf I’ve ever tasted in my life. And I made it up. And I cooked it. And I’m always a little proud of myself during those moments.
Meatloaf will make you…JUMP! JUMP!
Meatloaf is disgusting.
Well, I thought so, for 32 years. I think I changed my mind this week.
The other day, I pulled some ground beef out of the freezer, and basically came upon the same conclusions I always do when I pull ground beef out of the freezer. Chili, hamburgers or tacos? I’m sick of those three options. I considered salisbury steak or some sort of oven bake, but then I ended up researching meatloaf. Something I never thought I would do.
My memories of meatloaf, growing up, are not good. It’s not that my mom didn’t know how to cook it — my dad loves her meatloaf. I just didn’t like what she put in it. I can vividly remember coming home from school, asking what we were having for dinner and hearing the dreaded word, “meatloaf.” It ruined my day, and I would sit at the table and pout. It was the ONLY thing my mother cooked that I didn’t like. “Why can’t she just make me a dang hot dog?” What a brat I was.
Low and behold, I am older now, and I can put whatever I freakin’ want in my meatloaf. So I did. And it was delicious!
See how I made my meatloaf after the jump…