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When I was little my mom’s meatloaf was my favorite food. But ONLY her meatloaf. I didn’t like anyone else’s, and she told me that she would teach me how to make it when I was older. And when I was like 19? She finally taught me, but she told me never to tell anyone else and I was like weird but okay

Anyway, she was super fucking homophobic and abusive to me when I told her I was gay, so here’s the recipe

4-6 lbs of Hamburger/turkey burger

1 pk onion soup mix OR ranch mix

1 TBs ketchup

1 Tbs spicy brown mustard,

1 Tbs bbq sauce

1 Tbs steak sauce

1 egg

mix, shape into a loaf in a big pan, and bake at 350 for 2 hrs (maybe 2 and a half if you’re feeling dangerous)

You can get almost all of these ingredients at the dollar store, and have leftovers if it’s just you. The leftovers make great tacos if (taco seasoning is also like a dollar). Enjoy your revenge loaf

comfynb

here's a mashed potato recipe from my homophobic mother that i swore to never share that would pair perfectly!

(6 servings)

-2lbs red potatoes

-1 cup butter (2 sticks)

-1 cup cream cheese (1 pack)

-Chives (optional)

-Salt & Pepper to taste

1. drop those bad boys (potatoes) in a big ol pot. U don't even have to chop them just wash them

2. boil til soft!

3. Drain

4. Mash (usually they're small enough you can use a fork if u don't have one of those squashers) until its a pretty chunky mix

5. add the other stuff. Keep mashing

I like my mashed potato consistancy more lumpy but its all up to you!! Peel the potatoes or keep them on, it literally makes the creamiest fluffiest mashed potatoes which she always served with the nastiest fuckin meatloaf

lovelyladylavie

Now if anybody got some revenge rolls and revenge green bean casserole we'll get a full meal

kreature-ofthenight

Got room for desert? Cus my Grandma was just a generaly evil old hag who was abusive to my mum and my siblings also you guessed it since I came out I was not said hello to at christmas

She made pretty god Dampfnudeln (its like a sweet bread rool you eat hot and with vanilla sauce)

1. Put 300 gram flour into a bowl and make an indent in the middle

2.combine

20 gram yeast

1 tea sp. Brown sugar

3 tbsp milk

mix until smooth

3.mix into part of the flour but leave a big flour rim on the outside

4.set 30 gram of Butter on the flour rim and cover everything with a towel

let sit till you see bubbles in the dough

5. add

1/8 liter luke warm milk

30 gram Sugar

one pack of vanilla sugar

a pinch of salt

2 eggs

and knead the dough until smooth

6. put

1/8 luke warm milk

30 gram of Butter

1 pack of vanilla sugar

into a heat resistant glass bowl and let melt (the glass bowl is quite important)

7. Form about 12 dough rolls and put them into the milk

8. Cover with a lid (any lid will go it does not need to be sealed air tight)

Let bake in the pre heated oven at 200°C for about 30 minutes or until they start to get brown and fluffy

9. Serve with vanilla sauce or fresh fruit

clover11-10

Behold the Fuck You buffet

sipsofmymiind

when mom passed away, what I expected to feel almost three years later was sad, nostalgic, perhaps scarred—but not numb. numb still scares me.

it turns out grief has no special occasion. it rears its head with no forewarning, doesn’t wait for a birthday or an anniversary, doesn’t only show up on christmas. it sneaks up on me on sunday dinners at grandma’s. catches me by surprise with a song she loved playing on the radio. absolutely runs me over when I think of future milestones she’ll miss.

but I miss it. I miss grieving consciously. almost like an addiction to “saudade” that began way too early and doesn’t quite have an end date.

quoted-books

Grief was what you owed the dead for the necessary crime of living on without them.

Kamila Shamsie, Home Fire (via quoted-books)

beside

Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give but cannot. All of that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.

unknown (via beside)