I made a meatloaf for dinner last night. It's not just that I made a meatloaf, it's that I made a meatloaf in the crockpot. Now I know what you're thinking: Thurston Moore would never eat a meatloaf. Okay, maybe that's not what you're thinking, but that's what Matt was thinking when I told him of my culinary intentions. "Thurston Moore would never eat a meatloaf," he said, adding that Kim Gordon "would make a percussion instrument out of it." Granted, Thurston Moore is too cool for meatloaf. If my stock in cool were greater, I'd have made spanakopita or risotto or, if I were feeling like seafood, maybe grouper served over a bed of black beans and rice with Florida shrimp on the side topped with chipolte sauce. Instead I made a meatloaf. In the crockpot. And you know what? It was pretty damn good.
Tonight we had leftovers.
Posted by karik at June 15, 2003 7:03 PM | TrackBackBut it wasn't just meatloaf. It was "meatloaf." Ground beef and breadcrumbs with a healthy side of irony. Part of the pomo blue plate revival.
Eat up, Thurston.
I hear irony is an important part of a complete diet.
Sounds yummy!
Except I made the meatloaf in earnest. But then maybe a New Earnestness is what comes next, once we've had our gluttonous fill of pomo irony?
Let me just say that I bet Thurston Moore really *does* like meatloaf, unironically. Call it a hunch, if you will.
Perhaps. The fact is that the only known documentation of Thurston's feeding habits is 1991's _The Year Punk Broke_, in which he can be plainly observed scarfing schnitzel and wurst at some kind of outdoor German music festival.