Roast that cabbage. Quarter it, coat it with a little olive oil, and salt and pepper it. It’s nothing more than a giant Brussels sprout.

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Oh he’s definitely a subscriber:

The story about the cancer-free anniversary “date” is one of the most pathetic things I’ve ever read. That’s some Ralph Wiggum/Lisa Simpson shit right there.

You are the most entertainingly insane commenter I’ve ever seen on here, and that’s a field with heavy competition.

Psht, thats like people complaining about nuts in salad - neandethals! For the meatloaf tho, the dates and spices are what make it, omigod...

“is the jam sandwich” is now a firm 2nd place on my Must-Work-This-Into-Conversation-ASAP list.

Pinkastan, duh.

All beef = not real meatloaf. A proper meatloaf is mixed beef, pork, and veal. Though lamb and bison sounds really good. Tofu and chicken can fuck right off.

NOOOOO - skip that shit - drape bacon across the top.

I would say you have the patience of a saint for keeping calm through this, but then I think of your hatred of mid-westerners, and then not so much. :)

That’s a fair question, especially since I use the same proportions of ingredients for both. For me, it comes down to the choice of side. If I’m in a French fry mood, I’ll make a burger. If I feel like mashed potatoes and steamed veggies, I’ll opt for the meat loaf. Also, if it’s raining I’d rather use an oven than a…

They smell less like farts when not boiled. But they still smell (and more importantly taste) like farts. And I love brassicas - especially broccoli and kale.

So are we the “other family” or are you?

Electric chair. It provides the fun of execution, and it cooks the loaf.

See, we use BBQ sauce.

I get the basic vision; baked seasoned meat with eggs and bread for filler—sounds tasty enough. It’s the sweet ketchup-based horror show with which most meatloafs are slathered in that I can’t get behind.

My meatloaf is excellent thank you!

A well-done meatloaf is nothing to be scoffed at. Executed properly, meatloaf is excellent!

My dad also never gave me brussel sprouts due to his mother’s wartime cooking. And yet, he still enjoys meatloaf...the man is an enigma.