The meatloaf is in the freezer, dear

I’m heading out of town for a few days and I jokingly tell my wife that I’ve left her a meatloaf in the freezer to help tide her over until I get back.

“I hate meatloaf,” she says dejectedly.

“Everyone hates meatloaf,” I reply.

I won’t leave a meatloaf in the freezer, but I have left a stocked pantry and fridge, along with a package of frozen ravioli and boxed mac and cheese.