HUNGRY?

You'd think that making meatloaf for dinner would be a simple thing.
After all I've learned in life, this was the internal dialog this night.
It must be local buffalo. Way expensive, buy it anyway.
There it sat defrosting in my sink, with my newly installed polished chrome faucet.
It went into the mixing bowl and I sprinkled Mediterranean sea salt on it.
Bringing the sea to the great plains...
Then I looked into the dozen egg carton with eleven eggs in it, and chose the best one.
I held it in my hand and honored the chicken that would never be.
I made the best homemade garlic breadcrumbs ever made by woman.
As I squeezed the package to let the buffalo blood drip into the bowl, I said to myself:
"I'm sorry my brother, to patronize your death, but you know what they've done to the cows?"
Spices, pepper, cumin, basil and in go my clean hands to mix it all up.
Tomato sauce and Anaheim pepper garnish and in it goes to bake in the shape of a loaf.
Wash up the dishes in the sink with my newly installed polished chrome faucet.
Yes folks, you heard it here first: A spiritual meat loaf. I think it will be very delicious.

And baked potatoes and peas, or mashed potats.