Rising from the grave, I’ve been trying to get back into cooking and since it’s meatloaf season, let’s go with that.
Jalapeno Ranch Meatloaf
Prep 10-15 mins
Set Oven to 400F
Makes 2 loaves
1 LB ground turkey
1 LB ground pork
2 cups of grated cheddar
3/4 of an onion, minced
2 tbsp minced garlic
1 or 2 whole jalapeno minced and seeded (more or less to taste, 1 was great to me)
1 egg
1 packet of ranch dressing powder
2 tbsp of Worcestershire sauce
salt and pepper
10 slices of bacon raw (If you want to wrap them in)
Warning Do not rub eyes or privates after mincing jalapeno (or fool around with your partner!)
Sautée your onions and garlic in a bit of oil to start, till golden brown and let cool
Mix everything in a bowl, salt and pepper liberally, don’t forget the onions and garlic
Split in 2 and form your loaves, wrap in bacon weaves
Weaves: For this size I put 2 slices length wise and weave in 3 slices to wrap around, it’s perfect to keep everything together when flipping.
Set a small grill on a cookie sheet (drip pan) and put in the oven for 20 minutes .
Check the bacon for doneness (It should be 3/4 cooked)
Flip using thongs
Cook another 10-15 minutes and check the bacon, you do not want limp bacon!
When the bacon is good on all sides, check the inner temperature for 165F



I wish I could say I haven’t learned this lesson the hardway. My wife still laughs at me every time I put on gloves to cut peppers now.
…chuys…and salt lick. I miss Austin
. But it’s an acquired heat. I built up a tolerance to iocaine peppers (Er…Serrano) over the years. Except for the secondary effects. I used to roast them on the open flame of my stove top. Basically had the same effect as tear gas. Trust me, was exposed to it a few times (both the tear gas and the Serrano pepper fumes). Also discovered that you can wash your hands for 30 minutes in warm soapy water and still not stop the burning. And the other thing, yep, definitely do your business before touching the peppers. Because if you forget, just one time, you will never forget it again. As memorable as touching an electric barbed wire fence (my stupid uncle James. Electrified his barbed wire fence. Really? I always though it was either or, not both.)