Continuing today's theme of food that Jeff will not eat, I present these hideous little meat loaves (don't you hate the word loaves?). They are so, so homely. But. This recipe makes twelve of them, all of which you can wrap in foil, freeze, and put in your purse for on-the-run consumption later. Think of it: lunch for twelve days, and not necessarily consecutive! They're good at room temperature, cold, or warm. They make a fine ketchup delivery system. They are, quite simply, meat for you when you need it. And they're pretty damned scrumptious.
Another winner from Nigella Express. Weirdo ingredient: oatmeal. It's probably in there as a binder/filler. I promise, you won't even notice it (except when you look at it).
INGREDIENTS
- 1 lb sausage meat <-- I went with Italian
- 1 lb ground beef <-- the leaner the better
- 1 C quick-cooking oats, not instant oatmeal <-- "old-fashioned" is what I used, thus making the oat presence a bit more obnoxious, but really, it's no big deal
- 1/3 C A.1. steak sauce
- 2 eggs, beaten
- 2 t Worcestershire sauce
- 1 t kosher salt or 1/2 t table salt
Preheat the oven to 400.
Combine all of the above in a bowl, mixing really well with your hands or a fork.
Divide the mixture into 12 balls, then shape them into mini loaves.
Set the mini meat loaves on a foil-lined baking sheet with a little space between them (three rows of four worked for me). Cook for 30 minutes.
Do not be freaked out by the stuff that collects on the foil (using that was my idea, by the way, and you will thank me for it come clean-up time). You're cooking meat, for crying out loud, and sausage to boot! There will be some stuff on there. Jeff walked into the kitchen the first time I made these, saw the stuff, and was immediately and forever put off. Do not let this happen to you. Simply remove the loaves to a platter, gently scraping off the stuff as you see it. It will want to come off. Wad up the foil and throw it away. Then I advise you to forget about what you have seen. Eyes on the prize. MEAT TO GO, AND LOTS OF IT.
Above, Bun and the Tree of Disapproval disapprove of the stuff.
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