Putting
this recipe together on Mother's Day,I dedicate this to my Mother who
was never a good cook. Yet I remember her meatloaf and wish I knew
how she did it!
Here
are little portioned meatloaves. A way to elevate this fine old
comfort food to a bit of elegance and love, like our memories of Mom
herself.
Ingredients
Loaves:
- 1½ Lbs ground beef
- ½ lbs ground turkey
- 1 Bratwurst, uncooked
- 1 Block of Havarti cheese
- 1 medium onion, grated
- ½ cup panko bread crumbs
- 1 large egg, beaten
- 2 tablespoons Worcestershire sauce
- 1 tablespoon mustard
- ½ teaspoon garlic powder
- 1 pkg onion-mushroom soup mix
Glaze:
- 4 tbs ketchup
--
- 2 cups BBQ sauce warmed
Directions
Preheat
the oven to 350
degrees.
Line a baking sheet with parchment.
Break
up the hamburger and ground turkey into a large bowl and use your
hands to lightly work in the onion, bread crumbs, egg, Worcestershire
sauce, mustard, garlic powder, and dry soup mix. Take care not to
overwork the mixture.
Slice
on onion thinly and lay out on the baking sheet.
Divide
the meatloaf mixture into 6 equal portions on a piece of waxed paper.
Spread
these into disk shaped pieces.
Press
a cube of cheese into the center.
Slice
a bratwurst into 6 pieces and cut off the skins.
Place a slice of bratwurst on the cheese cube. Press the meat around it to
enclose it completely.
Spray
a tea cup with cooking spray and gently shape this resulting ball
into the cup and invert the little loaf onto a slice of onion in the
pan. You may need a table knife to loosen it.
Repeat
for the other little loafs
Brush
about 1 tablespoon of the ketchup over the top and sides of each
meatloaf.
Bake
for 45
minutes to
an hour until the temps reach 160
degrees
on an inserted thermometer.
To
serve, ladle some Warmed up BBQ sauce into the centers of the plates,
and set the meatloaves on top.
Served
with a plain green vegetable and some macroni & cheese.
For
our music tonight, one of my mom's favorites:
Henry Van Dyke wrote a poem that was so important to me when my mother passed away. I had been honored to sleep in a chair in her bedroom that last week of Alzheimer's death grip. Being allowed to care for her in her last hours as she had surly cared for me. To comfort her when she woke in the night. To hold her hand when it was shaking.
Gone From My Sight
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone."
Gone where?
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,
hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me -- not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says, "There, she is gone,"
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"
And that is dying...
Honored
to serve
socialslave
To
satisfy and restore.
To
nourish, support and maintain.
To
gratify, spoil, comfort and please,
to
nurture, assist, and sustain
…..I
cook!
Please
buy slave's cookbook:
The
Little Black Book of Indiscreet Recipes
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