This was due in large part to my (a) dad's aversion to anything remotely resembling a casserole and (b) my aversion to any meat product bearing the word "loaf."
But then I cracked my Pioneer Woman cookbook and spotted meatloaf wrapped in . . . wait for it . . . bacon.
And that's when it came to me: Meatloaf is really a beautiful sort of marriage! It combines my pork heritage with my husband's beef background. It's the perfect meal!
The good news is that it actually turned out. The beef was cooked, and my husband didn't get salmonella poisoning.
The bad news is that the Pioneer Woman's cauliflower side dish was less than desirable.
Ok, that was my fault. Not sure how a vegetable can train wreck that quickly.
But trust me: It did.
But cauliflower withstanding, no matter how glorious the bacon and beef combination, there's one fact no one, even die hard meatloaf lovers, can deny: Meatloaf, no matter what it's wrapped in, still looks, well, let's face it, kind of gross.
This is due to the fact that (1) I am an amateur photographer, but mostly that (2) We are focusing on taste and not presentation.
At least, that's the line I fed Chris.
The meatloaf was, admittedly, a success.
Keeping the mess in the kitchen to a minimum was clearly not.
But's that's ok.
Because even if the meatloaf had been a disaster, there's a little pup who'd be glad to take care of it for me.
He doesn't care if it looks gross.
Heck, he'd probably eat the plate I'd serve it on.