When I was in college I worked for a brief time at the ARC of Westmoreland. One of my duties was to make dinner for the individuals I worked with when I was on shift.
It was here I first made my BBQ Meatloaf. The ladies loved it and I made it often. I never had an issue making a meatloaf.
Then we moved into my husband’s grandparents house… the kitchen is cursed. No one can make a meatloaf in this house. Many have tried, most have failed.
We refer to the sad excuse of a liquefied meatloaf as a “meatfloat”.
My first attempt to make a meatloaf in the cursed kitchen ended as a meatfloat.
I have successfully made many meatloaves since that first disaster, but the legend lives on.
Tonight I prepped dinner for tomorrow night. Alayna asked what I was doing. I replied; “I’m mixing up the meatloaf so all i need to do is put it in the oven after work tomorrow.
In unison my husband and my daughter exclaimed;