I have to make the world's worst meatloaf. Yet it is my favorite meal. When my daughter was planning on tossing my 75th birthday bash, she asked me my favorite meal. I told her meatloaf. "Ma, I can't make meatloaf for more than 75 people. She had the bash catered.
Any time I am eating at a diner, meatloaf it is. I don't need to look at the menu. Great sandwich fodder always with ketchup on the top.
Illegitimi non carborundum!
I don't want my last words to be, "I wish I had spent more time doing housework"