Mrs. Creswick's Meatloaf

Every kid needs a role model when they're growing up. After all, when we were young, our parents couldn't possibly teach us anything, could they? I didn't realize it until I was an adult, and I really doubt she realized it either because she was just being herself, but my role model was my girlfriend's mother, Mrs. Creswick. I never called her by her first name, it seemed more respectful to address her as Mrs. Creswick.

I loved going to her house because she always made me feel special. Mrs. Creswick would always have cottage cheese and those little cherry tomatoes in the refrigerator because she knew that I loved them. Now, I don't really know for sure--I was just a kid--maybe she always had cottage cheese and tomatoes in the fridge, but she knew that they were my favorite and when I was there she would always set a plate in front of me. She was a great cook and when I asked her
for a copy of her Frosted Meatloaf recipe, she included personal tips on how not to burn the meatloaf when it was time to put it under the broiler. Mrs. Creswick always seemed concerned about other people and I always felt loved and cared for when I was around her.

Whenever I go home to visit, I always drive by her old house. It still gives me such a good feeling to think about the times that I spent there. Mrs. Creswick died a few years ago and when I heard the news, I called her husband and my old girlfriend to give them my condolences and to tell them just how special she had been to me.
And then I made a frosted meatloaf--and I think Mrs. Creswick would have been proud of me--it came out of the broiler just right.

(The recipe for Mrs. Creswick's Meatloaf is at:
http://www.emailbookclub.com/photo/recipe1.html)
 
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Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@DearReader.com