I just made a meatloaf. I put the prepared meatloaf in the refrigerator while the oven preheated. At the end of the cooking period I opened the oven and the meat loaf wasn’t there: The oven was empty. The meatloaf had completely disappeared. I blame the Republican Party.
Maybe you set the oven on too high, which can make things seem to disappear.
Forgot to put it into the oven huh? Well, if it’s any consolation it will be better tomorrow.
I still get kidded by friends about the time I made meat loaf with a bit too much liquid. They deemed it “meat glop, served in a scoop instead of a slice!” 
Look behind your dryer - it’s with the lost socks.
StG
While I approve of blaming the Republican Party for almost everything, I think you should probably blame PETA for this one.
I blame Meatloaf (the overfed singer version).
I can hear my mother’s voice:
“Aha! The Meatloaf Bandit has struck again!”
If you don’t find it, beware of anything trying to crawl out of the refrigerator in about a month…
~VOW
Yes, I forgot to put it in the over. I’m so ashamed. I admit the Republican Party
didn’t stead it. But I’m not going to apologize to them.
Senior moment are going to do me in. Two days ago i went grocery shopping and left my walking can in the grocery cart. I did get it back, though.
Have you looked in the dishwasher?
If the meatloaf is in the refrigerator, then where’s the baby … ?
… OH MY GOD!
The dreaded meatloafwort?
Relax, the meatloaf is at daycare, the baby’s at the vet getting groomed and fixed, and the dog…:eek:
Poor Scruffy.
Reminds me of the time my mother made corn chowder and forgot to put corn in it. Maybe the meatloaf is hiding out with the corn somewhere in ComfortFoodLand.
Yum. Now I need meatloaf. The food, not the fat fella.
Yeah, I’m missing my dad’s meatloaf. His was the best. I wish I remembered how he made it. I think it was two pounds of ground beef, one pound of ground pork, and… I’m not sure about the rest. One packet of Lipton Onion Soup Mix, or two? Eggs? I think so. Bread crumbs? Um… I don’t remember. Dehydrated onions. How much? (Yes, it was oniony.) Tomato sauce on top.
Tasted great. But it caused the most heinous farts you can imagine. Worth it, though.
You have a walking can AND a disappearing meatloaf? You need to go on a tour. You can take my frog, Michigan. It’ll be great.
This incident lends credibility to the old saying: “Never let your meat loaf.”
Well, not really, but when else am I going to get to say that?
I felt sure it was going to turn out that the dog had figured out how to open the oven.