Me and Mom because meatloaf doesn't photograph well. This post first appeared here on February 20, 2009. We were still living in Michigan then in our sweet little house in the country surrounded by family, friends, chickens, and cats. I made this for my in-laws one evening. They expressed some scepticism when they first heard what was on the menu, but put a brave face on it. A few bits in, and they understood perfectly why we request it each time we go home to Wisconsin. My mother's recipe is one of the best. So, while we wing our way about the Midwest visiting friends and family galore, it seemed only right to repost this recipe again. We'll have it at least twice, I'm sure. My mother makes the best meatloaf ever. I've had a few others, and they don't compare. I loved it as a kid, and still find it irresistible. We request it (along with her blueberry pie) when we go home to Wisconsin, and if we don't get it there's so much pouting on my husban
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