I've made her mashed potatoes, but not her meatloaf so I'm excited to give it a try. My Man has a few of his mommy's recipes that he insists I make at our house and one if his mommy's meatloaf. It is good. But I'm ready to try a new one. We'll see how it goes! Below you will see a few pics - I don't really think the step-by-step is necessary, kay?
Oops, I forgot to lay out the Rhodes rolls early in the day.
Did you know there is a "quick" method?
You lay the rolls into a greased dish and put them into a 200 degree oven.
Turn off the oven and put a pot of boiling water underneath.
Here's the boiling (or almost) water.
Wait and hour and they are ready to go!
I accidently poked them and they deflated as I was putting a slather of butter on.
I like to butter and salt them before baking and then I butter them again when they are done.
Before I poked them, by accident, they were risen perfectly!
My Man requested his favorite guacamole to go along with the meatloaf and mashed potatoes.
It's a strange world I live in, I know.
So, these are the ingredients for guacamole.
You must get this masher thing.
I used to for EVERYTHING.
It's from Pampered Chef and I think they advertise it to crumble cooked hamburger.
This time I used it to mash up the avocados.
Someone picked them up at the store and didn't check to make sure they were squishy.
No prob though.
They mashed up just fine!
On Sundays, when I slave away in the kitchen to prepare my family's dinner,
My Man helps out with the children.
He's got it rough, doesn't he?
Okay, so here is the guac all mixed up.
Here are the chips that work best.
And here I am sampling to be sure it's gonna taste good.
And it is.
So is this bite, and this bite, and this bite, and this bite.
The meatloaf smelled superb when it was cooking.
Here is the finished product.
Mmmmmm...
Now this meatloaf tasted quite different from what I usually make.
The key difference is the one cup of parmesan cheese.
My Man didn't really get into it.
Neither did my little men.
But I really liked it.
And so did my girl.
Obviously, we have a more mature palate.
Here are the Perfect Mashed Potatoes.
Why yes, those shiny parts are indeed pools of butter.
Here's the table all set nicely.
I like dinners like this because we aren't rushed to eat.
We aren't getting ready to go anywhere.
We aren't just getting home late at night from a practice of some sort.
Trust me, the table doesn't always look like this.
And by this, I mean, silverware already out instead of getting slapped onto the table by a grumpy 8-year-old.
The cups already have water in them instead of a helpful 4-year-old carrying them across the kitchen, dripping and spilling as he goes.
But this is pretty much what the plates look like every night.
I assemble the children's plates over here and then deliver them to the table myself.
It's a nice act of love on my part.
And it keeps my sanity lest a helpful two-year-old try to carry them to the table for me.
And you wanna know what else I do?
I ALWAYS make My Man's plate for him.
And deliver it to him at the table.
It's an easy way to show him how much I love him.
Try it sometime!
I planned to take a picture of the table after 5 children have eaten but my girl really enjoyed her guacamole too much and made a complete mess of herself and the area around her. She got shipped straight to the tub. And when I came back up with a freshly washed, sweet smelling cutie pie, the table had been cleared and wiped off.
See? I think My Man appreciates slow-paced dinners too!
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