On one of our early dates, I bragged about my "World's-Best Meatloaf" to the man who is now my husband. While I was seasoning the meat, my daughter called from Europe. I left the meal-in-progress for a long chat. When I returned to the meal, I picked up where I had left off: adding gathered ingredients from the right side then moving them to a tray on my left. When I served the delicious looking and smelling meatloaf, I took a quick first bite -- quickly spitting it out! In my excitement over the international call, I had returned beef bullion flakes to the right=hand side. My meatloaf was "The World's Saltiest"! When I informed my date, he proved his loyalty by eating 2 pieces, anyway. That moment is when I knew I had to marry that man. Six months later, I did.