As of late Saturday evening, I’ve been visiting my 80-year-old mother, who is recovering from a severe broken leg (eight weeks ago, spiral break of the femur just above the knee — plate and ten screws). My mom is in remarkably good shape, and is actually a couple weeks ahead of schedule in her recovery, having been allowed to put 40lbs of foot pressure on the leg this week. She’s still homebound (no stairs allowed), but there’s light at the end of the tunnel now.
Anyways, my mom and I fell into an informal tradition years ago where she would make me a tuna-fish casserole, 70’s retro-style (corn flakes on top instead of crushed potato chips), any time I’d visit, after once expressing delight (actual) when she made it. Apparently, I’m the only one of her seven children that is fond of it. I live outside of Atlanta, and she’s in the woods of Western Maine, so it doesn’t happen all that often. I fully expected her to make one for me on Sunday, to be the subject of this post. It didn’t happen — she can’t do her own groceries, and the last sibling to do so failed to note that mom had cleaned out her tuna supply. /-:
The fallback plan was her low-carb meatloaf recipe:
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