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I made a meatloaf last night. It was my first time.

When I was a boy, I viewed meatloaf as simply my mother’s attempt to sneak onions and peppers into the purity of delicious hamburger meat.

Somewhere along the way I gave up my finickiness—a character flaw I now equate with racism or dishonesty—and now enjoy meatloaf.

I found this recipe: a pound of ground beef, 2 eggs, 1 cup bread crumbs, 1 cup ketchup, one small onion, and 1 Lipton onion soup packet.

Instead I used half ground pork, half ground beef and wrapped the whole thing in about a pound of bacon. Otherwise I stayed true to the recipe.

It was delicious.

The next time I make it, I think I’ll chop up some jalapeno peppers, use refried beans instead of the bread crumbs, and use a taco seasoning packet instead of the Lipton soup: Mexican Meatloaf.

These are pictures from someone you don’t know. Someone who I don’t know either, but she says kind things about me in emails. She was gracious enough to share these with me—with us. My favorite item is what appears to be a Tupperware dish filled with eggs.