A couple of weeks ago, the faint whisper on the breeze came to me. "Asian Meatloaf..." it called. "Think garlic, onion, ginger, and miso. Think honey and sriracha. Think savory and sweet and spicy." It became my siren song, invading my thoughts randomly throughout the days. Until I was finally able to find the time and focus to make it tonight.
So. Freaking. Good.
