One of the first times my husband ever had dinner at my parent’s house, my mom made one of her favorite recipes, a turkey meatloaf with some soft boiled eggs and green beans tucked inside. As he was licking his plate clean, he said, “This was so delicious, but I have to ask, what is it?” <br /> <br />"Meatloaf", my mother, who is Russian, responded. <br /> <br />My husband laughed. He let her down gently. This is not the traditional meatloaf that his, or any other families, were eating in the 90s when meatloaf was all the rage. He agreed that it was a loaf of meat, but the egg and vegetables brought it to a level that was beyond meatloaf. he now refers to it as non-american meatloaf. My mom was distraught. She thought she was making an american dish. <br /> <br />But whether you call it meatloaf or not, you can agree that it taste and looks impeccable.

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