Monday, February 27, 2017
My meatloaf was yea-yore
When Joe was 3, he decided that it was unfair that Jenny and I made up all the words so he too invented a word: yea-yore . It meant completely no-good. Anything he did not like or want was yea-yore.
It seemed to me to be the only word adequate to describe a meatloaf I made last Friday evening. I should not have been too surprised by the result as I am no cook but I had nonetheless had hopes. In theory, what I cooked should have been good. But it was a bit like global warming theory. The predictions from the theory were not borne out in practice.
The problem had been that Anne is at the moment on a very restrictive "plain food" diet to fix her indigestion. So I decided that I would make a meatloaf that included only ingredients that were on her "OK" list. So I went on to the net and found there about 1,000 recipes, all of which included at least four yummy ingredients that Anne cannot at the moment have. So I decided to use just stuff she can have: The famous "Mixed herbs", grated carrot, eggs etc.
After an hour in the oven, the result was completely tasteless and not even a good texture. It was definitely yea-yore. It quite cast me down. I am used to eating good food so to find that my own creation was yea-yore rather depressed my spirits. The best I can say of it is that it fed us and did not make us sick, so I suppose that is something. Lesson learned: Always work to a recipe from someone who really is a cook.
I also cooked for myself the next night and the night after so I cooked bacon & eggs on both occasions to restore my faith that I can cook something. Bacon & eggs is hard to ruin.