By Request - Turkey Meatloaf Recipe

Molly - this one's for you!

Not Dry Turkey Meatloaf

1 Pound Lean Ground Turkey
1/2 Cup (skim) milk
1/2 Cup Seasoned Bread Crumbs
1 egg (or 1/4 Cup Egg Beaters)
Splash of Worcestershire Sauce
1/2 tsp salt (unless you're watching that sort of thing)
Dash pepper
Barbecue Sauce

Preheat your oven to 400 degrees. Mix all the wet stuff and the salt and pepper together. Add the bread crumbs to the wet stuff and let it absorb, until you have sort of a paste. Add the bread crumb paste to the meat, mixing well. Shape it into a loaf, top it with the BBQ sauce (go easy - high sugar, high calories) and bake it for one hour (give or take), to an internal temperature of 180 (use a thermometer - cooking time depends on the shape of your loaf).

This is actually a halved recipe - if you want leftovers (and who doesn't??) it easily doubles. Also, I've added that Kroger frozen chopped bell pepper and onion blend to give it a little more flavor. It also makes it Christmassy! You can do ketchup on top, if you wish, but I like BBQ sauce. Experiment a little with the seasonings, too. Worcestershire gives it a beefier flavor. I need to try "Liquid Smoke" too, and see if I can get it to more closely resemble a beef meatloaf. Throw in Italian Seasoning, or Old Bay (it is poultry after all), or garlic, or Mrs. Dash, or whatever you like/have on hand.

This makes AMAZING meatloaf sandwiches.

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I need to briefly update yesterday's post. Do not take more psyllium fiber capsules than you're used to before a party. I made myself really sick. Start at two capsules once a day and work your way up gradually, or you will regret it.

Also, the fat free cheesecake cracked like the San Andreas fault. I punished it by not letting it come to the party. Instead I hit the grocery store and got several pies to take to Gramma Susan's. In spite of my stupid move with the capsules, we had a lovely time, and I managed to come in 25 calories under my limit today! Go me!!

I Am Sick Of The News

Ok, debates are over, everyone take a deep breath and let's talk about something interesting...

MEGAN AND TREY ARE GETTING MARRIED!

T-minus 3 days! You have to come visit on Monday (maybe Tuesday, depends on how much fun I have and how long it takes to recover) so you can see all my pictures. There are going to be many, many pictures. I even have a cute little handbag that matches my dress so I can carry my camera. You're not going to want to miss it, so don't forget to stop by.

My girls are going to look AMAZING. They're both flower girls. I got them cute little dresses for the rehearsal, too.

I'm going to get airbrushed for real tomorrow, so stay tuned for that hilarity, too. Note to self: Wear the GOOD granny panties.

We went to a potluck for MG's preschool tonight. I always get about 85% done with my meal, at a potluck, and then I start thinking about food safety, and about how I don't have the faintest idea what the kitchens of all of these random potluckers look like, and I have no idea whether or not they would be shut down by the health department if they were a restaurant, and I start to suspect that they would, and then I realize that I already ate almost everything on my plate, and I've probably already eaten whatever creepiness might have been lurking, so I might as well finish what I took, but it totally makes it impossible to enjoy potlucks.

What's funny is that I never remember to think this in advance, and I'll load up my plate with all kinds of yummy looking things, and then sure enough, when I'm 85% done, I start thinking, "Uh oh..." and getting a little green around the gills.

Something is seriously wrong with me.

So, if I'm quiet for the next few days, it's because I'm at the Wedding of the Century. None of you will notice, though, because most of you will probably be there with me. Oh, it's going to be such fun, you are in for a real treat. You thought my wedding was awesome - this is going to make my wedding look like a pot luck! (See how I brought it all back there, that's quality writing, people. Now if only I could figure out a way to do that with my toast!!!)

"I am so sick of these mf'ing prudes on this mf'ing plane...."

In my 3+ years of (continuous) nursing, I have only been told to move once (in St. Thomas, I thought I wrote about that experience, but I can't find the post right now). I have nursed all over the world, quite literally, and at such famous locations as the Smithsonian, the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, and just about everywhere else I've been. That should give you a very accurate picture of my views on breastfeeding in public. In fact, my whole attitude is, "It's a food source, not a sex object, and if you have a problem with me feeding my child you're a prude and a perv and you need to STFU and go away before I hurt you."

And so I love love love this article about how to breastfeed on a plane. I think it should be required reading for all pregnant women, new mothers, new fathers, and anyone else who has an opinion on breastfeeding, flying, babies, or filthy airline blankets.

Interfering with someone's right to breastfeed her child is a violation of her human rights. Bottom line. Preach it, sister! Great post. Great topic. Discuss.