This evening was the inaugural meeting of the The meatloaf appreciation society -- on my verandah.
Paul and I are connoisseurs of meatloaves but our favourite one has long ceased to be available. So when I came across one in Aldi that was pretty close to the legendary one I put one in my freezer against the day when I could share it with Paul -- who usually lives in Scotland these days.
But Paul is back in Brisbane for a few days so I shared my treasured meatloaf with him tonight. It was a great hit with him and I of course liked it too. My inexpert cookery did not manage to ruin it.
Jenny and Joe were also present so I proclaimed today as the inaugural meeting of the The meatloaf appreciation society. Our next meeting will be the next time Paul is in Brisbane. We should have rounded up another good meatloaf by then.
Rather to my amusement, Paul did his usual vacuum-cleaner performance. Both Paul and his father are renowned for that. As I think most housewives will tell you, they like to see the dinner they put out eaten up. There is no fear about that when either Paul or Ken are around. In tonight's example, I had provided both an appetizer and a big Greek salad to go with the meatloaf. That all vanished in the course of the evening, including ALL the many cracker biscuits I put out with the appetizer. And when Joe did not finish all of his meatloaf -- probably out of waistline considerations -- Paul finished that off too. And he was ready for the dessert when that arrived too. Fun!
The little lady was overtired so went to sleep on my bed. She was offered a bed in my guest room but rejected that. She chose the room where male pheromones were strongest. Again the perfect Lady already at age 3. I predict a great future for her.