This email, from my sister, Wa, talking about my niece and nephew, nearly made me pee myself.
R said, as she often does, that we should open a cupcake shop. I asked what other muffin/cupcake-shaped things we could make so we could serve lunch, too. She and I came up with meatloaf muffins, quiche, pb&j, etc. N, not quite getting the game, kept suggesting meatloaf in various forms: “meatloaf pies…meatloaf Christmas trees…meatloaf roll ups!” Later, R came running into the kitchen and waving an arm in her best Broadway “your name oughta be in lights, kid” style, said, “Mommy, I’ve got it. It will be ‘N—‘s Meatloaf World: The Future of Meatloaf!'”
Granddude didn’t think this was very funny, but Grandma got it. Go N! I think he might have something there. It certainly beats deep fried everything.