#place meatloaves

[kootorii]

Main Dishes Recipe These flavorful meatloaves are made into individual servings and cooked in your air fryer so that everyone gets their own.

[shmutzig]

Air Fryer Mini Meatloaves These flavorful meatloaves are made into individual servings and cooked in your air fryer so that everyone gets their own. 2 tablespoons mayonnaise, 1 serving cooking spray, 1 teaspoon salt, 2 pounds ground chuck, 1 egg, 6 tablespoons ketchup or to taste, 1/4 cup seasoned bread crumbs, 2 teaspoons onion powder

[ninyo-petit-mart]

Air Fryer Mini Meatloaves These flavorful meatloaves are made into individual servings and cooked in your air fryer so that everyone gets their own.

[ninadove]

⭐️🤍

You get some Ou bien dans les étoiles commentary, of course:

“Have you eaten at all today?”

Of course he had, and Ragueneau knew it all too well; Le Bret was not one to let hunger devour him, to squeeze suffering and verses out of a weakened stomach. The baker fed him either way, tartelettes amandines and meatloaves and a constellation of croissants; twice as much as needed, whisked and sprinkled with twice the love.

“You did not edit the punctuation, did you?” Always with the questions, with the nervous protectiveness of a genuine friend. “He would hate that. He would hate that so much.”

“Of course not. I am merely trying to decipher this mess.” After Arras, Cyrano’s handwriting had become hurried and tight, as if he feared a shortage of paper and time; sweat and ink stained the corners of his manuscripts, tears and blood in their own right. “I don’t trust publishers to transcribe it correctly.”

“You found someone, then?” Ragueneau’s voice lifted toward the ribbed vault; below his cassock, the canon’s shoulders sank. “Oh, the world will love him so! How could it not, when it knows him like we do?”

Le Bret smiled, a pathetic half-moon of dulled teeth, and bit into a chausson-aux-pommes.

The whole point of Le Bret is that he’s just A Normal Guy. He’s not Cyrano, never will be, his preface cannot possibly do his friend justice and his editorial choices (censoring/altering certain paragraphs or facts about his life, as Actual Le Bret allegedly did) are something so not “admirable en tout, pour tout” that Cyrano’s ghost would probably strangle him if he could.

But! It’s because of these choices that Cyrano’s works were published in the first place. Even a human, flawed effort is still worth something in its own right.

Food deprivation was an integral part of Cyrano’s greatness, so it was very important to me that Le Bret eats. The act of eating anchors him as someone who is profoundly mediocre compared to our favourite Gascon (Cyrano -> moon symbolism -> “a pathetic half-moon of dulled teeth”), but it is also because he takes care of himself that he is able to bring his project to a close and ensure Cyrano’s memory is preserved. Because being alive gets things done.

It’s also a nice occasion to see Ragueneau again, supporting him in the way he knows best, and recognising him as a poet in his own right through the act of feeding him 🥺

Thanks for the ask, beloved! 🖤🪶

[nbula-rising]

MAPLE GLAZED BACON-WRAPPED MINI MEATLOAVES

35 MINUTES PREP TIME- 80 MINUTES TOTAL TIME- 8 SERVINGS

INGREDIENTS

No-Stick Cooking Spray 3 tablespoons Maple Syrup 1 teaspoon Spicy Brown Mustard 1 pound lean ground beef (93% lean) 1 pound ground pork 2/3 cup chopped yellow onion 1 cup fresh button mushrooms, chopped fine 1/3 cup all-purpose flour 2 eggs, beaten 2 tablespoons Tomato Paste 2/3 cup Tomato Sauce 3/4 teaspoon salt 1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper 8 slices bacon, cut in half

DIRECTIONS STEP ONE - Preheat oven to 375°F. Line baking sheet with aluminum foil. Spray with cooking spray; set aside. Combine maple syrup and mustard in small bowl; set aside. STEP TWO - Combine beef, pork, onion, mushrooms, flour, eggs, tomato paste, tomato sauce, salt and pepper in large bowl until blended. With hands, form mini meatloaves (about 2 inches wide) and place on baking sheet. STEP THREE - Wrap bacon around each meatloaf, tucking ends under sides. Brush bacon with syrup mixture. STEP FOUR - Bake 30 minutes. Turn on broiler and cook another 5 to 10 minutes to crisp bacon.

[zaryathelaika]

Really despises Zarya's food-reward system places a high value on raw. Even the so-called "raw" meatloaves made with flour as a binder they sell in those pre-packaged logs doesn't do it for her. It's good that her play-drive is higher than her food-drive, but rather have something safer for immunocompromised friends and family members as a last-ditch option. Going to have experiment with dog-porridge recipes until I found something which will work with her.

[lacklusterhero747]

Building a Fabula World, Part 4

Enigmas and Mysteries In our next step the book asks, "What are the great enigmas and mysteries of the world? The questions left unanswered, and the truths that are now indistinguishable from legend?" Each person at the table is then asked to provide at least one mystery that they would like to explore during the campaign, or think would make the world more vibrant and interesting.

Marring the face of the desert of The Zlota Sovereignty is a thick swath of burning ground, a quarter of a mile across and burning a sickly greenish-gold. It's been burning for time immemorial. The sand near the burning has been turned to a greenish glass, but has melted so far down and is so tough it can't be mined. The black, oily goop that burns doesn't seem to have burned down at all, as though it's being replenished from the depths. No one knows when or how the burning began, or what the burning substance is, it's just always been and always will be.

Where do the divines come from? The Golden Path say they coalesced from the faith of the members at the time of the first prophet, but others theorize that they're something else. Perhaps even abominations forged by remnants from the war against the heavens. Who knows the truth? Only the highest members of the order…

About 75 years ago, a new form of tree seemingly sprung spontaneously into existence: the Meatloaf tree. It is a tree that, no matter how much you protest, grows fruits that are in fact literal meatloaves. They're pretty delicious, not gonna lie, but no one knows why the fuck this is happening.

Somewhere on the outskirts of The Alumen Dominion, there is an old, deserted mansion that is said to appear and disappear at random times and in random places within a rough geographical region. The house seems ancient and decadent, despite its disrepair, and anyone who enters the house never returns. No one has managed to investigate the phenomena directly, because the house seems to be resistant to being observed with any scholarly intent to discern its true purpose.

Somewhere, in a relatively unpopulated part of the wilderness, there is a cliff face that will periodically shift and change to look like the visage of some random person or creature. Sometimes it depicts a famous person, other times a relative nobody. Sometimes it even depicts species of animal that either no longer exist or never existed, and no one is sure why.

It is said that at the elemental center of the world, where the pulse of the world tree converges, there is a mystical valley, in which the font from which all magic as mortals know it flows. It is said to be guarded by the fey, but it is unknown if the fey are truly the font's guardians, or if the font simply produces as result of the outpouring of magical energy.

The world's second, smaller moon, depicts what appears to be the face of some creature on its dusty red surface. Some scholars who have studied the Precursors ruins claim that the world did not always have two moons, making its origins a mystery just as much as why it seems like the face on the moon is always watching.

How is the leader of The First Names--an extremist, ecoterrorist styled faction within The Folk--capable of seeming to constantly escape death, returning over and over again each time he is captured or vanquished.

More than anywhere else, I feel like this is where some of the particular brand of weirdness that has been cultivated within in our group really shone through.

A burning chasm of unknown origin, with an equal unknown fuel source (a reference to a game that particular player and I played in YEARS ago); a companion moon that seems to observe the world counterposed by an ever shifting cliff face that depicts unusual images; even a seemingly immortal leader of an extremist faction and some sort of haunted house that flickers in and out of reality.

And then, of course, there's a meatloaf tree. Honestly it just felt like we ought to let it ride, given how dark the rest of the campaign document had really become. A stupid inside joke just felt like a soothing balm.

Again though, plot hooks certainly abound. Stand out ideas like this world's particular vision of the Fey, and what they mean in the greater context of the setting, or the true nature of the Sovereignty's divines have really pushed my thoughts on what the plot might be in particular directions, but all of this has uses to be sure. Points of interest becoming nodes on a line that I intend to weave through the world.

All that's left now are the Threats.

[machine4fooduk]

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[ourrecipebook]

Meatloaves with Creamy Mushroom Sauce

Serving: 4

Ingredients

4 scallions

24 oz Yukon gold potatoes

20 oz ground beef

1/2 cup Panko breadcrumbs

2 tsp garlic powder

16 oz brussels sprouts

8 oz button mushrooms

4 oz beef stock concentrate

8 tbsp sour cream

1 tbsp olive oil

4 tbsp butter

salt and pepper to taste

Directions

Adjust rack to top and middle positions and preheat oven to 425°.

Wash and dry produce, and prepare. Dice potatoes into 1/2 inch pieces. Trim and thinly slice scallions, separating whites and greens. Mince whites. Trim and halve Brussels sprouts.

Place potatoes in a large pot with enough salted water to cover by 2 inches. Bring to a boil and cook until tender, 15-20 minutes. Reserve 1/2 cup potato cooking liquid. Drain and return potatoes to pot.

In a large bowl, combine beef, panko, scallion whites, half the garlic powder (you'll use the rest later), and 2 tablespoons. Season generously with salt and pepper. Form mixture into four 1-inch tall loaves.

Place meatloaves on one lightly oiled baking sheet. Toss Brussels sprouts on another with a drizzle of oil. Seasons generously with salt and pepper. Roast Brussels sprouts on top rack and meatloaves on the middle rack until meatloaves are cooked through and Brussels sprouts are browned and tender, about 15-20 minutes.

While everything roasts, trim and thinly slice mushrooms.

Heat a drizzle of oil in a medium pan over medium-high heat. Add mushrooms and season with salt and pepper. Cook while stirring until softened, about 2-4 minutes.

Stir in stock concentrate and 1/2 up water. Bring to a boil and reduce to a low simmer. Cook until slightly thickened, about 2-3 minutes.

Turn off the heat and stir in half of the sour cream (you'll use the rest in the next step), and 2 tbsp butter until melted and combined. Season with salt and pepper.

Heat pot with drained potatoes over low heat and add 2 tbsp butter, remaining sour cream, and remaining garlic powder. Mash until smooth and creamy, adding splashes of reserved potato cooking liquid as needed. Season with salt and pepper.

Notes

Line baking sheet with foil before baking for easier cleanup.

While baking, if the Brussels sprouts finish first, remove from the oven and continue cooking the meatloaves.

Instead of reserved water, we used splashes of milk.

(Source)

[cookingkcals]

Hello Fresh: Meatloaf a la Mom

Ingredients:

- 24 oz potatoes - 2 shallots - 2 cloves garlic, minced - 1/2 oz parsley, roughly chopped - 20 oz ground beef - 1/2 c panko breadcrumbs - 2 Tbs ketchup - 12 oz green beans - 2 Tbs flour - 2 packets beef stock concentrate

Preheat oven to 425F.

Prep: Cut potatoes into 1/2″ thick wedges. Halve and peel shallots. Grate one shallo ton the largest holes of a box grater. Mince the other shallot.

Roast potatoes: Toss potatoes with olive oil, salt, and peper. Place on baking sheet. Roast on top rack until browned and tender (~20-25 min).

Bake meatloaves: In a bowl, mix grated shallot, ground beef, garlic, panko, half the parsley, 1 tsp salt, and pepper. Gently combine, then form into four 1″ tal loaves. Place on one side of a baking sheet. Brush tops of meatloaves with ketchup. Bake on middle rack for 5 minutes.

Roast green beans: Toss green beans with olive oil, salt, and pepper. Once meatloaves have baked for 5 minutes, add beans to other side of the baking sheet. Continue cooking both the meatloaves and the beans until beans are tender and meatloaves are cooked through (~12-15 min more).

Gravy: Melt 1 Tbs butter in a medium pan over medium heat. Add minced shallot and cook until softened (~3-4min). Sprinkle in flour, and whisk to combine. Stir in beef stock concentrate and 1 c water. Bring to a simmer and cook until thickened (~3-4 min). Stir in remaining parsley. Season with salt and pepper.

Thoughts:

I’ve never had meatloaf, and always wanted to try it, so I jumped right on this recipe when I saw it. It wasn’t bad, but I was kind of disappointed, because it’s basically like a big meatball. XD

[estrangedaframian]

@lovelylostminds // cont'd [ x ]

“... It really is,” Sam said, rubbing at her shoulders. “For a while there I was thinking I wasn’t much fun to be around... but I guess the problem was I wasn’t much around to be fun...” Gently twisting her hair back from her neck, Sam placed a few kisses there, voicing a delayed enthusiasm over the meatloaf.

“I hope you realise yours is the only meatloaf I will actually put in my body... All other meatloaves are considered defilement...”

[ghostsray]

The Witching Hour

(HEY, so remember back in October when I said I’d write a fic for the first prompt of ectoberweek18 but never posted it? I couldn’t finish it because I got busy with another wip novel for nanowrimo, but heck it. I’ll just post what some of what I wrote.)

Word count: 1991

4:44 P.M.

Danny stirred awake to the sound of his friends calling his name. He groaned, feeling an intense pain in his head and throughout his body in general. As the pain subsided, he became aware of the cold metal tiles pressed against his cheek. Propping himself up with some effort, he blinked open his eyes to be greeted with the sight of his parents’ lab and Sam and Tucker leaning over him, faces knit with concern and then relief.

“Thank god you’re okay!” Sam cried and hugged him, pressing her arms around his white hazmat suit. He bit back a hiss as her hug caused his pain to flare up again, momentarily blinding his vision with black spots. As they went away, he noticed for the first time the portal looming behind them, the large structure that nearly killed him minutes ago. Green ectoplasm was now swirling within it, shrouding them with green light.

Sam let go and followed his eyes to the portal. Looking back and seeing his shocked expression, she smirked. “You did it,” she said. “It nearly killed you, but somehow, you got your parents’ portal to work—”

And then the portal suddenly shut down, the swirling ectoplasm replaced with an empty corridor filled with wires.

“…Or not.”

The three teens stared at the empty portal, speechless. Finally, Tucker broke the silence by saying, “So how exactly are you alive?” Hastily, he added, “I mean, no offense or anything, but you were zapped with like a million volts…are you feeling okay?”

“Just dandy,” Danny replied, wincing as he sat himself up. “But I’ll be fine, I think. Nothing worse than getting beat up by Dash.” He smiled, and his friends’ shoulders relaxed a bit. Then Sam caught something under his cheek and frowned again.

“You have a scar,” she pointed out.

“I do?” He tried in vain to look at where she was staring at his body. He couldn’t see it, but there were dark lines creeping up his neck from underneath his hazmat suit. They looked like thin, flowing branches embedded in his skin.

“It’s a Lichtenberg scar—like when someone is hit with lightning,” Tucker stated, recognizing the branching pattern. “I guess that makes sense, since you got zapped.”

They were distracted from the scar when the sound of the basement door opening caused all three heads to turn to the basement entrance. “Shit,” Danny muttered as his parents appeared.

“Danny? Are those your friends?” his father asked, stomping down the stairs towards them. “I thought we told you not to bring visitors to the lab…”

“I can explain!” Danny said quickly, scrambling up—

“…not without me here to explain things to them!” Jack finished with a grin. He placed a large hand on each of Sam and Tucker’s shoulders. “If you two are interested in our inventions, you could have told us! I could give you a tour!”

Sam and Tucker exchanged a quick glance before nervously smiling at Jack. “No thanks, Mr. F. I think we’re good.”

“You sure? Because Maddie and I just finished working on an invention, and we think it’s really interesting—”

“Homework!” Tucker blurted out, then quickly added, “We’d love to stay around for your tour, but we have homework to do.”

“Oh,” Jack said and watched the teens rush to the exit of the lab.

Maddie grabbed Danny’s arm at the doorway. “You’re wearing your hazmat suit,” she pointed out.

“Oh, right,” Danny replied and started taking it off.

“Actually, I was going to say you look good in it! Your father and I spend all day in our suits. It’s very comfortable, I think you would like it—”

“Thanks, but I think I prefer normal clothes,” Danny interrupted, stepping out of the white-and-black suit.

Maddie frowned when she noticed the dark lines on his skin. “Is that a scar—?” But Danny was already making his way to his room upstairs with his friends.

8:01 P.M.

Danny put down his pencil, having finally completed his overly complicated math homework. “When you said homework, I thought that was just an excuse,” he told Tucker.

“It was! But apparently Sam is too much of a nerd to let us do something else.”

The girl glared at him. “We were going to have to do it eventually. Might as well get it over at Danny’s house.”

“Well, we’re done now,” Danny stated. He looked out the window at the dark sky outside. “It’s pretty late. Want to stay over for dinner?”

Tucker looked at him like he was crazy. “And eat ecto-contaminated foods that attack you instead of my mom’s meatloaves?”

Danny shrugged. “Worth a try,” he said, and the three of them laughed.

As Sam and Tucker began to pack up their school things, Sam’s eyes caught Danny, and she paused. “Your scar,” she said.

Tucker stopped packing too and looked at Danny. His jaw dropped. “Dude.”

“What? Is it worse?” Danny asked worriedly.

“No, actually, it’s the exact opposite,” Tucker responded. “Your scar is gone.”

“What?”

“It’s true,” Sam confirmed. “Even though it hasn’t even been four hours, it’s completely healed.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” Danny said, frowning.

“Neither does you being alive, yet here we are,” Tucker pointed out.

They didn’t say anything after that.

2:59 A.M.

“Danny? Danny, wake up!”

Sam was kneeling on the floor of the lab, trying to shake a figure awake. Danny was standing behind her.

“What are you doing?” he asked her. “I’m right here.”

He lifted a hand to her shoulder, but then he paused. Sam had turned around looked—not at him, but through him. In front of her, the figure she was trying to awaken was…him. His body. What…?

He stared at the body, then down at himself. Only he wasn’t there. He lifted his hands up, but he couldn’t see them.

“He’s dead, Sam,” he heard Tucker say and saw him sitting on the other side of the body.

No, I’m not, Danny wanted to say. But as he opened his mouth, he suddenly heard the whine of an ecto-gun and whipped around to find his mother holding a barrel to his invisible head.

“You’re a ghost,” she said. “Ghost aren’t allowed here.”

Before he could do anything, the trigger was pulled, and Danny opened his mouth to scream—

He shot up in bed, gasping and drenched in sweat. While his heart was threatening to break out of his chest, he looked around and saw that he was in his room. He exhaled and brought his hands to his face. It was just a dream.

The room was quiet. Next to him on his bedside, the glowing red numbers of his digital alarm clock stood out against the dark, reading 2:59. Danny sighed and let himself fall back onto his bed, intending to sleep again.

But then, something happened.

The clock’s number turned to 3:00.

He felt a cold sensation drape over his body.

He fell through his bed.

Danny screamed as he suddenly found himself falling, until he hit the floor with a thud. Groaning, he pushed himself up. He looked around and saw that he was in the kitchen.

The kitchen. Which is one floor below his room. Which he was in just a second ago.

Danny looked around wildly, wondering how in the world he got into the KITCHEN. He felt his body turn cold again and brought up his arms to warm himself, but he paused when he saw them because what the hell his hands are TRANSPARENT. He stared at them blankly for god knows who long, and then he let out a laugh. “I’m still dreaming, aren’t I?” he said to the empty kitchen.

As if it was the universe’s way of responding, a bright flash of light suddenly enveloped him, causing him to scream. He felt a searing white pain throughout his whole body—the same kind of pain he felt when he was electrocuted by the portal. A little part of his mind whispered to him that you can’t feel this kind of pain inside a dream, but he ignored it because he was too busy being in pain. Then, the light vanished, and he lay on the ground feeling…no longer in pain.

It was strange. Not only was the burning pain gone, but so were all his body aches from the day. Was this the universe’s way of apologizing to him? He lay there for a while, waiting for something else to happen, but nothing did. Hesitantly, Danny sat himself up and looked down at his body.

For some reason, he was wearing a hazmat suit. It looked identical to the one he wore in his parents’ lab, except this one was black-and-white instead of white-and-black. Why was he wearing an inverted version of his hazmat suit?

He heard footsteps hurrying towards him and looked up to find his mother in her pajamas, holding an ecto-gun in her hand.

“M—” He trailed off when the gun fired a shot, missing him by just half an inch. He stared at the blazing spot in the wall it hit then back at Maddie. “What the heck was that for?!”

“Where is Danny and what did you do to him?” she barked at him.

“What? What are you—”

“I heard Danny screaming, and I find you inside my house.”

“I am—”

“A ghost.”

…A ghost?

His mind shut down for a second as he stared into the barrel of the gun and at his mother’s unyielding expression. Slowly, he looked down at himself again and began to notice the slight glow emanating from his suit, the transparency to his body that made the kitchen tiles visible from beneath him, the blurred out form he had that made his body seem like mist shifting slightly in the air. It all clicked in his mind, and yet…it made no sense. “That can’t be right,” he heard a voice say and realized it was his own. “I’m not…I’m….”

Maddie’s expression didn’t change. She only gripped the gun harder and repeated, “Where is he?”

When he didn’t reply, she scowled and said, “Fine.” Then the gun she held hummed to life, and Danny realized with dread that she was going to shoot again, and this time it seemed less likely that she would miss.

The gun fired—

Oh god this is going to end up just like my dream isn’t it—

He shut his eyes and waited for the impact—

The cold sensation enveloped his body again, and before he knew it, he felt himself drop.

Danny’s eyes shot open, and he had just enough time to look up and see the shot fly over his head before he passed completely through the floor. He realized he was falling again and will probably have to land soon. His head whipped downward to see the rapidly nearing floor of the basement, and he held out his arms in panic and braced for impact—only it never came.

He stayed frozen in place, staring down at the ground which for some reason stopped getting closer. Hesitantly, he looked down at himself and saw that he was floating a foot or so above the floor.

“What the f—” His sentence was interrupted when whatever force was holding him up let go and he landed on his butt.

As he lifted himself up to his feet, he noticed for the first time that the surfaces of the room were shrouded in neon green light. A quick check on his newly spectral body confirmed that it was not coming from him, since his light…body glowy thing…was white. Seriously, what was going on? He looked around the lab to see where the green light was coming from and paused when his eyes faced what was behind him.

It was the portal, gate wide open and filled with lime green ectoplasm swirling within its hold.

[chartreuse-gale]

Pleasant Firsts in Food

A week or so ago, I had an entire bowl of authentic ramen for the first time courtesy of @blazgear. It was good, but what really blew me away was the egg. You see, I hate eggs: I’ve hated them in most forms (scrambled, poached, hard boiled, soft boiled, deviled, holandaise sauce etc) since I was young. I enjoyed eggs as minor ingredients in things such as cake, but by themselves, or as a dominant ingredient, I never liked them . . . . . . Until this bowl of ramen. It had a solid esque egg split in half and I was thinking “Well, I’ve never had an egg in ramen before, maybe I’ll actually like this.” And, I did! It actually tasted good to me. Yesterday I went to an old school diner with my pal @noisetank01. (I think the place was called Vicky’s?) I ordered up some really excellent roasted chicken, sweet potato fries, and steamed carrots/squash/zucchini(? I forgot all the specific veggies, but they were good). Noisetank got some meatloaf, and, well, similar to eggs I’ve always hated the meatloave’s I’ve tried in the past but they said it was excellent and let me try some of theirs, and to my surprise, this actually tasted  . . . Okay to me. Most of the time when I try a new version of something I dislike it ends up sucking, but I love it when my expectations are disappointed.

[edey63]

Mini meatloaves Ingredients: 2 pounds of ground beef 1 cup of breadcrumbs 3 tablespoons of milk 3 large eggs (lightly beaten) 2 tablespoons Worcestershire sauce 1 package lipton beefy onion soup mix 1 small onion, finely chopped 1 tablespoon parsley 1/2 tablespoon dill 1 teaspoon chili powder 1 tablespoon garlic powder 1 teaspoon coarse salt 1 teaspoon ground black pepper 1/2 cup ketchup 1/4 cup brown sugar 1 1/2 tablespoons apple cider vinegar Preparation: Preheat the oven to 350°F. Lightly grease the cups of a 12-cup muffin pan. (or other pan) In a large bowl combine the meat, breadcrumbs, milk, soup mix, egg, Worcestershire sauce, onion, chili powder, dill, parsley and garlic. Add salt and pepper and mix with your hands until combined. Divide the meat mixture among the 12 muffin cups, pressing the meat firmly into the pan. Place the muffin pan on a baking sheet and bake for 20 to 25 minutes, until the meat is almost cooked through—the "loaves" will be firm when pressed lightly in the center but not set. While the meat loaves are baking, whisk together the ketchup, Worcestershire sauce, brown sugar, and apple cider vinegar. After baking for 20 to 25 minutes, remove the pan from the oven. Generously brush the tops of the loaves with the glaze, and return the pan to the oven. Bake for 10 - 15 additional minutes, or until the glaze has thickened and the meat is completely cooked through, 30 to 40 minutes total. Run a butter knife around the edges of the muffin cups and pop out the meat loaves, place on paper towel or draining rack to get rid of any excess grease. Serve hot. https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv2t9K5nR-p/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=184y94o8czvxv