Sunday Memory

Last night Josh and I had meatloaf for Sunday dinner. It wasn't quite right because we didn't have

I can remember many a Sunday with the late sun creeping in the back window, adding to the already poorly ventilated kitchen eating baked potatoes, corn, and meatloaf. Part of the memory is invariably the calls from siblings (usually Marsh and Jeff across the table to each other), "Please pass the big bold taste of Bull's Eye!" Meatloaf doesn't taste as good without it. Can't find it at our Alberstons, I am almost driven to order it from off line, otherwise we might just have to stop having meatloaf.