3 06 2010
He Has a Point
I had a real craving for my Mother's meatloaf this week, so last night I decided to go ahead and make it.
Dad and I both love to have meatloaf sandwiches the day after, so I made an extra big one.
After an hour, it was definatley not cooked yet. The meat thermometer was under 140 degrees.
"You're still not done." I mumbled under my breath after another half hour.
"What?" My Dad asked.
"I was talking to the meatloaf." I replied.
"And I was worried about losing my mind." He said with a smile. "At least I'm not talking to meatloaves."
This is true.