Bonding over meatloaf

The kid hates meatloaf, I’m sure this doesn’t come as any surprise. What kid likes meatloaf? Well, okay, I’m sure there are 1 or 2 kids out there who looove meatloaf, but my kid is most definitely not one of them.

So I made meatloaf the other night. Not because I want to punish the kid, he was at his dad’s, but because I bought this enormous thing of ground beef at Safeway and had to use it for something.

Something that didn’t involve pasta since R always complains if we have too much pasta within one week. He says I’m going to force him into the Navy’s “Fat Boy” fitness program if I keep it up with the pasta.

And yeah, yeah… so they have wheat and low carb pasta, No Yolk pasta, etc. It doesn’t matter much to R, pasta is pasta in his book and he doesn’t want to see too much of it. Do you see what I go thru, internet? The rules, regulations, likes, dislikes of two growing (haha - just kidding, R!) boys?

Back to the meatloaf.

The kid had practice the night and he had left his basketball shoes at my house. I’m in the kitchen preparing dinner and R is on the couch watching Book TV, or Bloomberg, or the Military channel. If you think I’m joking every time I say these are the things R watches in rotation, come to my house and see for yourself. Bring Vodka.

The kid walks in and I immediately launch into a spiel on how sad it is that he’s going to miss meatloaf night.

“Ohhh… I can’t believe I’m making ALL this meatloaf and you won’t be here to enjoy it.”

“It’s just so sad! Tragic, even.”

“Oh to think all of this meatloaf and M won’t be able to have ANY of it!”

The kid is running around, putting on his shoes, throwing an eye roll here and there. You know - the teen thing. R is chuckling and probably taking notes on whatever boring show he’s watching.

I have a brainstorm complete with finger held aloft: “A-ha! I know what I’ll do!” I excitedly tell the kid when the meatloaf is done baking; I’ll drop some by his dad’s house so it will be ready for him when he gets home from practice.

The kid is about ready to dash out the door and he turns to me and says: “Mom. There are many disappoints in life and missing meatloaf tonight is going to have to be one of mine.”

That? Definitely MY son. My heart melted a little.

Happy weekend, everyone!!

P.S. Every time I come to my own blog today I keep reading the title as “Bending over meatloaf” - and that’s just so wrong, ya know? Can I go home now?

  1. 16 Responses to “Bonding over meatloaf”

  2. Friglet on May 16, 2008 | Reply

    Don’t you just love it when your kids give you a great come back?

    Good one!

  3. evil charity on May 16, 2008 | Reply

    Heh, cute.

    On the strange tv watching habbits of men…one of my co-workers just told me that her husband watches the weather channel constantly. Seriously. He’s retired.

    Hey, it beats constant video game playing. Nothing like a little (incredibly realistic sounding) gunfire in the evening. And, did you know that grand theft auto simulates sex scenes? it’s disturbing.

  4. Kari on May 16, 2008 | Reply

    That’s so sweet! Even teens have their good moments :-)

  5. Amn.eris on May 16, 2008 | Reply

    LOL okay that was funny. My mother used to say crap like “It’s just so sad! Tragic, even.” because i couldn’t stand meatloaf. Then i grew up. LOL

    Have a great weekend!

  6. Angel on May 17, 2008 | Reply

    Ok my boy…thing 1, the oldest. Yah he is that 1-2 weird kids, he loves it. I *hate* it…lol but its his favorite. shakes head.

    I love his response to you…I know where he gets his quick wit ;) Enjoy the weekend love!!

  7. Jo on May 17, 2008 | Reply

    ROFLMAO!!!!!! @ BENDING OVER MEATLOAF!

    Love M. Love. Love. Love. These kids are something else but when they show us who they REALLY are we love them THAT MUCH MORE. Ahhhh, teens.

    I have to call you to tell you the mess I went through last night. Back pain and all.

  8. C on May 17, 2008 | Reply

    I love meatloaf. LOVE it. Plus, it keeps getting better each day. On a sandwhich cold? BRILLIANT. I just love food I suppose ;)

  9. inga on May 17, 2008 | Reply

    Lol, M’s too cute. lol
    What did you make with the meatloaf? I’ve never made Meatloaf before…

  10. Corey on May 17, 2008 | Reply

    You should REALLY try my recipe for meatloaf, it’s awesome and all the meatloaf haters in my world (EVEN kids) love it!

    That is soooo cute though. lol

  11. courtney on May 18, 2008 | Reply

    you’re so silly @ Bending over meatloaf…lol

    I remember meatloaf…I havent had it since I was little…I think it was one of those cafeteria foods…

  12. Prila29 on May 19, 2008 | Reply

    hey!

    I love meatloaf now cuz my mom never made it for me.
    matter of fact I didn’t know she could make it til she sent my son home with 2 or 3 slices.
    I found out at the tender age of 31 that my mom knows how to make one of my favorite foods.

    you know she really is a bitch.
    so I wasn’t too surprised.

    you have a gift for making everyday life and mundane things sound as if it’s the most exciting thing ever. You are Fierce! : )

  13. MissPrissy on May 20, 2008 | Reply

    I love meatloaf…I would SO bend over for it! not even kidding here Mare!

  14. bballmom on May 20, 2008 | Reply

    I love meatloaf and so do the 4 other eatin’-too-much-folks who live in my house. Which is why I love to make it.

    I can add rice to the mix, through in some grated carrots or chopped broccoli and they are none the wiser. As long as the ketchup bottle is on the table and full, we have no problems.

  15. trac on May 21, 2008 | Reply

    we like meatloaf pretty good and I make a mean ketchup brown sugar mix to put on top right as it’s done - with maybe 10 minutes left.

    anywho, I watch weird tv too sometimes…..one day I was home sick and caught myself with the dang tv on cspan all day. Why? It was so boring it was amusing.

    I’ve not confessed that before.

  16. Vee on May 22, 2008 | Reply

    Your bend over meatloaf comment has me thinking “bend over Beckham”. Dirty minds unite!

  17. admin on May 22, 2008 | Reply

    Friglet: He’s been a lot of fun since he’s been quicker with the comebacks! lol!

    Evil Charity: I don’t know if I could take the weather channel. I think that might just push me over the edge. The most boring thing R watches is definitely Book TV. MY GOD. What a snoozer!! It should be bottled as a natural sleep aid!!

    Kari: They’re few and far between! Ha! j/k … sorta…

    Am.neris: I still don’t like liver and onions but I have come to love a lot of the dishes my parents made when I was younger.

    Angel: Dang. I’m so surprised he likes it. He’s probably really easy to cook for!

    Jo: My love for the teen comes and goes. Actually, my love remains its the “like” that comes and goes, when he acts like a teen!!

    C: I love meatloaf, toooooo… one of my favorite comfort foods.

    Inga: I usually always have to have green beans for some odd reason. And I normally make scalloped potatoes. Yum yum! Great leftovers.

    Corey: I’m going to have to get that! I wasn’t too impressed with how this last one turned out!

    Courtney: It can DEFINITELY be a cafeteria food, that’s for sure. Not very tasty there, though.

    Prila: Why in the world was your momma holding out on you? *gasp* And then to tell you in such a roundabout way… I’d be so HURT! I make meatloaf at least twice a month over here, you’re welcome any time!! Are you saying my life is mundane. Haha… j/k :D

    Prissy: Not even kidding! lmao! You crack me up!!

    Bballmom: Dang sounds like I need YOUR recipe. Rare is the meal that EVERYONE likes. R knows all about ketchup. He douses any egg dishes I make in it and it drives me NUTS. I just want him to try the dish before drowning it… okay, whole other post!!

    Trac: Please tell me you didn’t watch Book TV. That shit is the WORST!! And I love the brown sugar/ketchup topping! Just like my momma used to make!!

    Vee: Naughty, naughty, Vee!! hehe…

Post a Comment

By submitting a comment here you grant this site a perpetual license to reproduce your words and name/web site in attribution.