We had some old friends for dinner who had moved to Germany (temporarily) and were “visiting”. I made some meatloaf, took it out of the oven, and a little voice said “check it to make sure it’s cooked”. On this rare occasion, I did not listen to this little voice. And this is the one time I would have benefitted from listening to this not so little voice. There was a starch and a veg, so we’re good there.
As I started to get dinner on the table, I cut into the meatloaf and it was practically raw. So I frantically cut it into slices and fried it in on a pan. Now the rice and veggies were getting cold so I had to reheat. It was a bit of a scramble to get everyone’s meatloaf slices pan fried. I apologized to my friend for being so disorganized. My son said, “The sum total is good.” And that is all that matters. His wisdom was the best part of our meal that evening.