What is this "Meatloaf Incident" of which you speak?
The "meatloaf incident"? Did you misunderstand and pop one of Mr Loaf's opuses (opi?) into the cooker?
The Meatloaf Incident, surprisingly, had nothing to do with the musician.
A decade or two ago, my daughters had requested that I make a meatloaf "with potatoes." The rationale behind this request remains forever shrouded in mystery.
I'll do anything for love. Like a bat out of hell, I obliged. Although I had no recipe or proportions, I proceeded to substitute raw, shredded potatoes for the bread crumbs I would normally have used.
I should have realized that something wasn't quite right with this methodology, as the ground meat and potatoes showed a real adversity for each other as I attempted to mix them together. The final product was not exactly paradise by the dashboard light.
I tried a piece, pronounced it strange but edible, and put the loaf in the fridge for the upcoming weekend. That was an excellent plan until my then girlfriend arrived at my house that Friday night while I was still at work.
Being hungry, she scouted for food possibilities and spotted my new creation, which I had not thought to mark with a warning label. Being a fan of cold meatloaf sandwiches, she fixed herself one. She was totally unprepared for what her taste buds discovered. Her description of her reaction included much standing over the sink and spitting.
My defense was "my daughters made me do it," but that testimony was thrown out of cooking court. My sentence was to never, ever, under any circumstances, prepare dishes which might be eaten by anyone other than myself.
Despite this harsh judgment, I did serve the meatloaf to my daughters that weekend. Perhaps they were simply being polite (there's a first time for everything), but they dutifully completed their meals without comment.
For crying out loud, two of of three ain't bad.