My husband was going out to run some errands and asked if I wanted anything from the store. I asked him to get some mince meat and I’d do meatloaf for dinner. He was a happy camper and cheerily bought home the required mince. I put together the meatloaf and popped it in the oven. It smelt great cooking away. My son (who is an adult) came home from work and walked through the kitchen. “Is that meatloaf?” and I happily replied “Yep, meatloaf and mashed potatoes for dinner tonight”. I thought I was on a winner until he said “But it is pasta night tonight” and sulkily went into his room. I couldn’t believe how predictable my menu planning had become especially since I used to be a lot more spontaneous. Well, at the least the meatloaf was tasty.
Posted anonymously, 28th February 2014