Well, it wasn't actually planned. I've got a married young'un who's not
eating properly and I wanted to fix them a week night meal they could
warm up and eat in split shifts or whenever. It would be a nice meat
loaf with a homemade salsa topping and some tomato gravy. Planned it
for Wednesday night, but my son asked for Friday. Fine. Then he asked
for Sunday when they normally come over for dinner. I said fine, then
on Saturday realized that Sunday was Easter. Too late to change my menu
plans.
Then on Sunday morning my son invites us to his wife's family's
fabulous Easter smorgasborg featuring all sorts of dips, fried chicken,
stuffed manacotti, asparagus, desserts galore and more.
Home by 3:00. But wanting to think about food? Wanting to finish off
the meat loaf? Talk about not wanting to eat anything, especally meat
loaf? But we did, pushing bits of food around on our plates and
mumbling about how good this meat loaf really was.
To make matters slightly worse my daughter-in-law had talked long
distance to her parents, telling them their Sunday plans and that
they'd be sharing an Easter meal with us. Having meat loaf. The
parentos replied "E A S T E R M E A T L O A F ?" See what I mean?
Oh well. Our rep is ruined but the kids got to take home a complete
meat loaf with lots of tomato gravy that hopefully they can parcel out
over the week for some nourishment.