This evening’s meal, Bacon-Wrapped Meatloaf Patties with Pan Gravy and Sour Cream-Tomato Smashed Potatoes, was a little on the labour-intensive side, at least to my tired, befuddled head. We spent half the day waiting for the heating repair man to come and rescue us from our ice-block of a house. Then Baby N, my mother and I went to the Über-mall (gross area of 4.2 million sq ft. (390,000 m²), with 2.5 million sq ft. (230,000 m²) available as retail space, if you were wondering) and managed to walk up and down one stretch for the afternoon. I am having to rebuild my internal navigation system for getting round the mall to accommodate the new stroller. Where once we could go up the escalators, we now need to take elevators. Uninteresting as it is, they are located in different places, so everything changes.
Anyway, for some reason today I seem to have hit a wall of fugginess in the brain, as if the months of toilet-trips through the night when pregnant plus the night time feedings of the last 6 weeks have just caught up on me. I feel like I am swimming underwater in a vat of custard. The custard of sleep deprivation. I can’t remember what I’ve written about or when, sometimes I can’t remember my new daughter’s name. Quite frankly I can barely remember my own name, which is not much of a problem since I seem to be unable to communicate it to anyone. But, a woman in a department store today told us that Baby N had a peaceful soul though, so that’s one less thing to worry about.
Anyway, we made meatloaf patties with ground beef, Worcestershire sauce, an egg, breadcrumbs, milk, grill seasoning, tomato paste, onions and allspice. They were wrapped in a little bacon shawl and fried. Once they were out of the pan, we were supposed to add butter to the pan to scrape up the drippings and begin the pan gravy. There was no much bacon fat that we skipped the butter and went straight to onions, then flour, chicken stock, mustard and Worcestershire sauce. I have to admit I forgot the parsley until just now, oops. The potatoes were little red ones, mashed with sour cream, milk and butter and mixed with de-seeded, skinned, chopped tomatoes (My mum did the preparation, I’m not so sure we’d have gone to so much trouble). We served asparagus on the side and had a veritable mountain of food.
Dinner looked a little Old Country Buffet, but the meal was pretty tasty. Wrapping anything in bacon is a win-win situation, so the patties were good. I’m not sure that they were what I was expecting- they seemed a little more burger-esque than meatloaf. Maybe we ate burgloaf. Or meaters. They could have done with a little more spice or seasoning, but essentially they were pretty substantial and tasty. Mashed potatoes are another perennial favourite. I’m not sure how essential the tomatoes were, but they did offer a splash of colour I guess. All in all, this was certainly a solid meal, very hefty on a winter’s night.
Tomorrow we will be eating Sweet and Spicy Pineapple Pork, which sounds tasty. I’d hoped for a stir fry but I think we have to buy 1 1/2″ thick pork chops which seems very meat-centric. Yesterday, amongst the pile of presents for the granddaughters, I received the new Nigella Lawson book, Nigella Express. It’s a beautiful looking book with delicious photographs. Maybe next year we should cook our way through that. Instead of five chicken dishes in a row, we’d have so very many cakes. Yummo.