This Shattered my Hubby's Dream

Friends and family of Hubby and I know he does the majority of the cooking in our household. It's not because I am a horrible cook or even that I dislike cooking. He LOVES to cook and who am I to deny him this simple pleasure.

However, every once in awhile I get the urge to make something. There are a few dishes that I make that Hubby doesn't. Meatloaf is one of them. Hubby loves my meatloaf. He brags about my meatloaf. He swears it is the best meatloaf in the world. So, I decided to make (you guessed it) meatloaf.

I picked up the ingredients and came home from the grocery store. Hubby, being the helpful husband that he is, helped me put away the groceries. He pulled out the package of meatloaf mix and literally howled in shock.

Hubby: "You use meatloaf mix in your meatloaf?"
Me: "Yup"
Hubby: Have you always used meatloaf mix in your meatloaf."
Me: "Yup"
Hubby: "But I always told everyone that you made the best meatloaf in the world. I didn't know how you did it."
Me: "Now you do."

This wasn't a secret I have been keeping from him. I didn't realize using a mix negated the wonderfulness of my meatloaf. I don't think it does.

Apparently, Hubby feels pretty strongly about the subject. I wonder if he knows I use spaghetti sauce from a jar?