The other evening I decided I was going to make meatloaf for dinner. I got it started, then realized I had no breadcrumbs. So I Googled in order to find out some alternatives and discovered a recipe called Cracker Meatloaf. And thought, "That could totally work. We're white and we like meatloaf. Done!"
Only we didn't have the saltines the recipe called for, we had the mini Ritz crackers with cheese in the middle. Packaged in a bunch of teeny tiny Halloween bags with about 3 crackers per bag. Which I opened one after the other. Crushed. Added to the meatloaf. And then rehearsed my, "What do mean it tastes awful, do you know how many bags of crackers I had to open to make that!?" speech. Prepared my, "You think you're too good for my Meatloaf Cracker?!" retort.
But I didn't have to because husband walked in, took one look at the dozens of cracker bags open on the counter and said, "Pizza?"
But I'm gonna pack him a Cracker Meatloaf sandwich for lunch tomorrow so he won't miss out.