My 11/11/11 note about my metal for cooking up glop brought several queries, including one from Australia, for the recipe for the meatloaf. This caused some glee here in Hudson. Move over Julia Child.
I should fess up that I have rarely used a recipe. My genius is to open the refrigerator door, look in the pantry, wait for inspiration, then make something with what is at hand. Only in my recent ventures into Indian cuisine have I used a cookbook. Even that I gave up when I discovered the wonders of manjulaskitchen.com.
I have a picture of a 2007 version of my meatloaf. I am sure it included the signature Wheateena and oatmeal, canned tomatoes, and ketchup coating. I must have had a lot of onions and green peppers hanging around This one seems less gloppy than many that Jonathan and Andrea would remember. Maybe I got distracted and it was desiccated by a bit too much time in the oven?
Jonathan pointed out, via Facebook, that I did in fact receive a medal earlier than my recent Ghostly Gallop fete. There was a time when I was famous, infamous more accurately, for my cooking, especially my meatloaf.
I took special pride in making my meatloaf with so many additives that it looked as though the refuse from the grain aisle at the food coop had fallen in the mixing bowl along with a seasoning of hamburger. Oats was always a starting point along with plenty of chopped onions and green peppers. I also regularly added Wheetena, bulgur, even leftover brown rice. I always topped the mixture off with a coating of ketchup. But, even if put two eggs in to give it some structural glue, the meatloaf never actually loafed. It was always gloppy.
At some point, Jonathan thinks the late seventies, I was awarded a family medal. It is now seriously faded, but a medal nevertheless.
Frank Tadley, photographer, friend, former neighbor, and now ex-Cantabridgian, sent along this picture postcard to announce his move to Lowell. Some observers are wondering not too quietly about the police car. An escort to the edge of the city? Protection from bill collectors? Fending off paparazzi and art bloggers?
Winter May Be Ending
As everyone around here agrees, this has been a long winter. And just this week we had warnings of another snow storm on April 1st. Fortunately this turned out to be just a bit of rain here.
So, I turned to the back yard, the parts not run over by backhoes during our sewer project, and found signs that Spring is upon us. It remains a mystery how these plants survive the cold nights. Last week we had temperatures in the teens.
Then, I recall from Cambridge that there are flowers that pop up right in the middle of the snow sometimes at the end of February and more usually in the first two weeks of March. Here are Snowdrops on March 8, 2004 in front of our old house in Cambridge.
At the end of a whirlwind day in Cambridge and Framingham (client visit), Karen and I barely made it to an opening for a show of black and white photographs by Frank Tadley of the Community Garden at Edgerton Park (New Haven CT) (more here about the park) and color drawings of flowers and plants by his sister Betty. The art was great and we caught up with a number of friends. Frank has the whole series on display at his website.