"Econo-Meatfloaf recipe from the Great Depression - yes this is a Depression Meatloaf, which is what I happen to call myself when I'm wrapped in a blanket, watching Netflix at 2am covered in poptart crumbs....But anyway!" via Oakley (oh, my poor girl...)

"If we're being honest, all Meatloaf is depressing." Piper pointed out. Yes she was a snob about this. No she wouldn't apologize for it. She was a butcher by specialization so the idea of grinding down all of those different meats and packing them together to all dry out at different temperatures in the oven was complete and total blasphemy to her.

crying sobbing bc b dylan hollis basically does a "LMAO STILL TAKE THE CRUST OFF YOUR BREAD? ...good for you! dont let anyone tell you how to eat" and while i'm not so picky on my bread crusts it means a lot for my ass with a lot of sensory issues ;n;

How sad can you make a loaf?

Silver Comet: Day 1

WF UPDATE (5/16/21) We started our ride today. It was like a day from heaven! We enjoyed perfect weather. Full sun. It was 57 degrees when we started, and it hit the low 70s. So far, the trail is just perfect. The paved surface is really smooth. No bumps. No holes. She's an eight foot wide strip of wonderfulness. At 8:00 a.m., our support team dropped us at the trailhead near Atlanta. We were on our bikes and out of Smyrna by 8:15 a.m. We had a sweet 40 mile ride to a place called Rockport, Georgia. The trail was mostly flat. There was one stretch where there was an upward slope that lasted for about 5 miles. Most of the time, the trail was in a ravine. Everything was above us. Roads passed above over bridges. Every once in awhile, the trail would climb and we'd cross  bridge or a trestle. We'd look down at stuff below us. It was a day full of bridges and trestles. We took our time. We took a short break near the Mile 15 marker. At around 11:15 a.m., near the mile 25 marker, we stopped on a bench for lunch. I had a hunk of meatloaf that was left over from dinner last night. Mrs. Bikingpartner had a peanut butter sandwich. After a few more stops, we hit Rockport at around 2:00 p.m. The 40 miles was no sweat. As we were slowly biking through "downtown" Rockport, a woman sitting outside a shop screamed: "You have to eat!" That's how I met Frankie. She owns the Italian restaurant, called "Frankie's." She's originally from New Jersey. She's a regular visitor to our area of South Carolina. Frankie gave us great directions to the Econo Lodge, our accommodation for tonight. It's about 2 miles from Frankie's. Sadly, Frankie's closes at 4:00 p.m. on Sundays. That was too early for us to eat. By 3:00 p.m., we were in the best room at the Econo Lodge. It's a step or two above camping. Our room has a refrigerator and a microwave. There's a supermarket a short walk away. We'll grab stuff for dinner and we'll get the food that we'll need tomorrow. We had a flawless, and extremely enjoyable, Day #1. We're looking forward to another great day tomorrow.