When my mom and dad were first married, my mom made meatloaf for dinner. According to her, he ate the meatloaf, asked for seconds and seemed to enjoy it. After dinner, he kindly noted that she did not ever have to make meatloaf again. So, meatloaf is not something we had much as a child. She has made it a couple of times as we have gotten older but that is about all I remember.
My aunt and grandma sat down the other day and made a menu for dinner. You guessed it: meatloaf was on there. I have never made meatloaf but with the recipe on the back of the seasoning, it was super easy.
As we were eating dinner that night, all I could think was let it end. Grandma seemed to really enjoy it (or was being nice). With only two of us eating, there were leftovers for sure. So, we had it last night. Once again, she loved it. I painfully ate every bite. Oh dear, it was horrible.
I now know exactly how my father felt. I am fine if I never have to eat it again.