Granny’s (my mom) Meatloaf is by far, the best our family has ever tasted!
Raised in Indianapolis, Indiana, my mom’s family could not afford to burn or waste food. She was not allowed to learn to cook in her kitchen growing up. When she married my dad, he was used to each meal being huge. He was raised on a farm, so you worked hard, and ate big. My mom taught herself to cook. Some of her earliest attempts to feed my dad, were thick coffee, and strange looking eggs. Determined to do her absolute best, she took ideas from recipe books that were given to her before and after she met dad.
They live with us on our New O’Hana Farm, TN, and I am able to look at some cookbooks that were her mamaw’s, mom’s and one’s my mom had as I grew up.
Here are a few recipe books and their version and wording for meatloaf.
I reminded my husband, Gary, (and had him laughing till tears appeared),“When I make my meatloaf, I am so sick to my stomach from just smelling it cook in the oven, that I have to go to bed.” I said.
Gary an I, were eating Granny’s Meatloaf, and we were secretly wondering if we could hide the leftovers behind the unsweet tea. No one drinks that tea, but me. We could have a late night snack! There were NO LEFTOVERS!
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That looks really good!
I will tell my mom! She is almost 76, and still an awesome cook! I am trying to learn from her every day, something new! :)Jen