My Mom’s Meatloaf

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If there was one meal I know I could throw down with, it would be my mom’s meatloaf. Like, spectators would call the police to report a murder. 

People all over the globe would feel bad for you and send you burn cream.

They’d probably make a 30 for 30 about me, and meatloaf isn’t even a sport. 

Like all storybook meatloafs, the trick is to make a meatloaf that’s amazing right out of the oven, obviously, but then continues to get better the next day in a meatloaf sandwich. 

Meatloaf has a bad rap. It’s the fruitcake of comfort foods, with everybody throwing all manner of crap into a bowl, covering it in ketchup, and calling it a meal. 

No. 

This meatloaf takes you to church, it is a religion, it’s is hallowed and deserves some respect, so miss me with your ketchup. 

Chili sauce, yes. Ketchup, not here, friend. 

Ground beef, seasoned with salt and pepper, and toss in the rice cereal (like Rice Krispie)s and two eggs. 

I make a big ole meatloaf, because future Brittany wants to eat it out of a container from the fridge, so two eggs help bind that monster meatloaf together. 

Less meat, less egg, you know how meatloaf math works. 

Eighty percent of the chili sauce goes into the bowl. 

And then with clean hands, you mix it all together. 

That other twenty percent of chili sauce goes into a bowl with brown sugar, and you mix it up to make a thick sugary sauce to top off the meatloaf with. 

See that sugary topping, that’s gonna caramelize reeeaal nice. 

Hey loaf, heyyyy. 

Fun fact, meatloaf is the only food I drink red wine with. I have no idea why, it just classes up the whole scene of me, burning the holy crap out of my mouth eating it right out of the dish with a fork, wearing shorts made out of sweatpant material, and then pretending I didn’t eat yet when I sit down to eat it again 10 minutes later with the rest of my family.