FYI: Hazel is the name I've given to my lavender-colored, Dyson "Animal" vacuum cleaner, that I love and appreciate, because if not for Hazel—Tony and I would have been dead long ago, and our probable cause of death would be listed as—Hairballs.
Today's lunch was semi-delicious and uneventful, because I cooked us meatloaf, Brussels Sprouts and spinach. And the only odd thing about this particular meatloaf I made is I had to substitute the tomato sauce and regular spices I use, with a can of Ro-Tel, because I was out of tomato sauce.
And on top of that, no pun intended, all of those small diced up tomato pieces and green chiles were not very photogenic. So when I served Tony his lunch he raised an eyebrow, and asked, "What is it?"
I replied, "It's meatloaf, Tone. Just don't look at it."
"Okay, but you're not going to take a picture of this, are you?"
"No, of course not." And that is why I am leaving it up to your imagination to figure out what it looked like. And I am providing the plate, to help make it easier for you to imagine the meatloaf.