Tuesday, September 6, 2011

A Blog Post!

So it's been a million years since I posted on my blog, but I thought it would be a good spot to keep track of this recipe. It's a hit with my hubby, and my brother likes it too. Of course all children constitutionally hate meat loaf, so no love there.

Name the movie:

"Meatloaf, beetloaf, I hate meatloaf!"

Laura's Favorite Turkey Meat Loaf Recipe

Adapted from the Turkey Meat Loaf from The Barefoot Contessa Cookbook (p. 138)


1 large yellow onion, chopped

1 tablespoon olive oil

1 teaspoon kosher salt

3/4 teaspoon black pepper

4-5 sprigs of fresh thyme (1/2 tsp dried) (I grow lemon thyme in my garden, and I use that)

2 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce

1 teaspoon tomato paste

1/2 cup chicken stock

2.5 lbs ground turkey breast (the packages in my store are 1.2 lbs, I use 2).

1 cup Italian bread crumbs

2 eggs, beaten

1/2 cup ketchup or barbecue sauce (I think it tastes great either way!)


Preheat oven to 325 degrees.

In a medium saute pan, on medium-low heat, cook the onions, olive oil, salt, pepper, and thyme, until the onions are somewhat browned, about 15 minutes. Add the Worcestershire sauce, chicken stock, and tomato paste, and mix well. Allow to cool (to room temperature if time, but I usually just let it sit a few minute, stirring a few times to dissipate the heat a bit).

Combine the ground turkey, bread crumbs, eggs, and onion mixture in large bowl. Mix well and shape into a rectangular loaf on an ungreased cookie sheet (I cover mine with a Silpat). Spread the ketchup or barbecue sauce over the top. Bake about 1 hour until the internal temperature is 160 degrees and the meat loaf is cooked through. (A pan of hot water in the oven, under the meatloaf will keep the top from cracking.) Serve warm with garlic mashed potatoes. Also good cold or at room temperature.


Friday, August 13, 2010

Bloggy Ramblings

I saw the cutest thing the other morning as I was driving to work. A perfectly ordinary looking couple (looked about mid-40's) was waiting at a stop light to cross the street, I assume to walk their dog at the park there. He had his arms wrapped around her and was giving her the biggest smack on the cheek, and she was smiling the hugest smile, it seemed as bright as the morning sun. It was so adorable.

Henry tells me, "Mommy, I love you all by myself." That means noone else can love me besides him, or at least not as MUCH as he does. Of course, he also loves "DcNonalds" (McDonalds) all by himself too.

Every day when I drive to work, I pass the homeless shelter. I see men (rarely women) who are waiting in line for breakfast in the cold of the already chilly August mornings. I see men standing on the street corner hoping to get a day labor job. If I drive by again at lunch time, then you see the young mothers pushing strollers, and the kids playing on the shelter playground. When I see this, I realize that I don't have a lot of problems. A daily reality check is a good thing.

Today I ate a sandwich called "The Machine Gun." Even though it was super delicious, I'm not sure I should eat such violently-named food. But I think I will be craving another one as soon as my liver and I process all the fat. Not an easy task these days without the help of my gall bladder.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Utah-Man-Am-I Guy

Utah-Man-Am-I-Guy is the latest superhero to take up residence at my house. He emerged yesterday when Joop (his big brother) came home with this season's gridiron gear.

Here are some of Utah-Man-Am-I Guy's superhero stats:

Age: 3

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Brown, dreamy

Smile: Adorable

Favorite food: Chocolate chips

Superhero Costume: Red Ute Football Practice helmet c. 1985, Red converse all-star sneakers c. 2010, Target.

Super powers: Blankie Punch, Tackle Hug (starts out as a tackle, turns into a hug), and playing "oofball."

Superhero Theme Song: (University of Utah Fight Song, but with the words changed slightly)

"Utah Man Sir, Be a Yoo-oote-Guy. Buh-bum-buh-bum-buh-bum!"

Nemesis: Anyone on the bad guy team, but especially blue cougars and and purple horned frogs.

Weakness: Peanut butter sandwich for lunch caused dire need to drink milk, but Utah-Man-Am-I Guy can't figure out how to get the cup past the face-guard of the helmet. Eustachian tubes slightly kinked.

Here is Utah-Man-Am-I Guy out of character, relaxing at the beach.

Henk