At work we have a book collection that everyone contributes to and takes from as they wish. It’s a great way to pass on unwanted books and a good way to spend a lunch break.
A few weeks ago someone had clearly done a bookshelf clean-out and on a Monday morning there was a giant stack of really old cookbooks.
Old as in…circa 1980s. (I’m allowed to say that’s old, I’m a child of the 80s!)
And there, taking pride of place in one of the grainy black and white photos, was a meatloaf. Ahh, the meatloaf. Who hasn’t had their fair share, hey?
Turns out, Bryan hasn’t.
I’m going to have to have a word with his parents. I mean seriously, where is his culinary education if he’s never had a meatloaf?
So I did what anyone else would do. I passed on the favour.
But…I did spare him the boredom of a plain meatloaf. It was cheesy. Possibly a little too cheesy (if there is such a thing).
I wouldn’t call it an all-round success. But it did inspire this recipe, so it can’t have been all that bad…somewhat like the 80s themselves!