'Round these parts, we have a tradition: Sunday is Family Day.
We decided on this designation long ago - back when we were still a family of two. Now there are five of us and the reasons for Family Day are stronger than ever. Good food is, of course, essential to the Sunday dinner.
It rained today and so I did what any suburban homesteader worth her salt would do - I strapped my barefoot baby on my back and headed to the farmers market in flip-flops. At the time, I was pretty sure about two things: 1.) I would make a locally grown dinner for the family tonight and 2.) Somebody would inevitably comment that my baby should have socks on.
Turns out I was right about both.
Farmers market *Veggie Booty*.
I decided to make my Aunt Millie's Meatloaf and serve it up with some fresh potatoes that the six year old dug up at Spring Hill Cheese Co. while on a fieldtrip this week. Artichokes would provide the greenery.
I know it's kinda dorky to show a shot of your new bakeware but I've been looking around for non-coated bakeware for years now and I finally found it at Sur La Table. Big stuff! And so I celebrated by making a triple batch, freezing two loafs in my awesomely sexy, bet-you-didn't-know-you-needed-one, 15 cu. ft. freezer chest. That's right folks - I'm turning into my grandmother.
And speaking of my grandmother, here is her sister's prized recipe - a family secret that is bound to be all over the internet by morning - my Great Aunt Millie's Meatloaf:
2 C bread crumbs (or 1 C oatmeal)
1 onion finely chopped
2 eggs, slightly beaten
1 lbs. ground beef
2 T worchester
1½ t dry mustard
1½ t salt
½ t gr. Pepper
¾ C milk