A way to eat better than the gods.

Yes, here I am. A devotee of meatloaves. And bread puddings. In our travels this summer. In Canada. and the Arrowhead region of northern Minnesota. My Italian true love Cristina and I had a wonderful and rewarding  penchant. To drop in on local small town restaurants that promoted ‘home cooking.’ Don’t know if it was the region or what. But we discovered tasty meatloaf dinners followed by desserts of tasty bread puddings. Maybe it was merely coincidence. Anyway, there were all sorts of home cooking examples. But our favorite had to be the meatloaves. Never had a bad meatloaf in these little bergs off the beaten track. On both sides of the U.S.-Canadian border. Give me a Canadian meatloaf or an old-fashioned American meatloaf. Any day. I haven’t taken to eating meatloaf for breakfast yet. But I’ll take it any day. For a scrumptious dinner. Rather have a meatloaf than a sizzling steak. Did some research. And found that meatloaf became a staple of the American diet during the Depression Era. When food had to be made to go a long way. In came nutritious and savory meat loaves. Yes, a way for a poor family to make the best of dining. With an affordable fare even better than ambrosia and nectar of the culinary-minded gods on Mount Olympus.  --Jim Broede