For
two weeks now I have been fighting the worst cold that has led to a sinus
infection causing my most coveted senses, taste and smell, to go dormant. During
this time my father came back from the sunny Florida Keys to begin the electrical
work on our upcoming home Sheridan Green. How nice of him considering we have
been hit with some nasty weather on the East End of Long Island, not to
mention a daughter who has been producing enough mucous to be used as mortar
for our fireplace construction. When cooking, I have been trudging along relying
on my husband Chris and my sixth sense to guide the way. Thankfully, I made a few
meals previous to my fathers visit before becoming sick; freezing pasta e
fagioli, tomato soup, ricotta gnocchi and French onion soup.
I took
on the challenge of making one of my father's favorite meals, meatloaf. It was the least I could do since he flew back from paradise to the cold and his mucous producing daughter. How was I going
to make sense of this Cook’s Country inspired recipe? My senses
were shot. I began cooking dinner before Chris and my father returned home from
working on our house. Upon their arrival my father said, “Whatever
you are making smells absolutely delicious.” Imagine a foodie like me making a
meatloaf of beef and pork, wrapping it in bacon and not being able to taste or
smell it. As my father took a bite of the
meatloaf, he closed his eyes [my father always closes his eyes when critiquing
food] he said, “Not bad. I'm not fond of the bbq glaze, and maybe would have added
some carrots to it, but pretty good for someone who cannot taste or smell.” He
seemed happy and I was simply miserable. I knew the texture was right on, and
had no idea what it tasted like.
I have been fantasizing about
walking into a bakery, smelling fresh pastry and warm loaves of bread coming out of
the oven. As soon as I get better I will be running to The Blue Duck Bakery Cafe in
Riverhead to take a deep breath and a long taste. In the meantime, I hope you
can make sense of this meatloaf recipe.