" And yet--even despite all of her amazing food she cooked during her lifetime--there is one meal we still all talk about every family reunion. Not the Thanksgiving spreads that felt like the cover of a magazine. Not her cookies that practically carried the soul of a warm cozy kitchen in every bite. No, it was this one special meatloaf… It smelled... well, like meatloaf. That kind of warm, heavy scent that seeps into the wallpaper and lingers for days. We all sat around the long kitchen table--Grandpa at the head, Uncle Ray on one side, and myself and my sister, Teresa, on the other. It was one of those handed-down table and chairs that always wobbled, no matter how many times you tightened the screws.", realistic, old farmhouse, no people --ar 16:9