This actually happened to a friend of mine the other night. I immediately thought of our favorite genius in the kitchen after I saw the results. :)
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine. But I did eat the meatloaf...
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"Reid, what is that?"
The young man looked up at his colleague. "Dinner," he replied.
"Dinner?"
He looked at his plate. "Yeah."
"Kid, are you sure it's even cooked?" Morgan gingerly began poking at the substance in front of the younger agent. Water trickled out from each place Morgan's pencil touched.
"The recipe said to cook it for 45 minutes at 350 degrees. I followed it to a tee; so, yeah, it's cooked."
"Reid, I wouldn't feed that to my dog…"
"Thanks for the vote of confidence."
"I'm just sayin'…"
"Hey, Reid, what's for dinner?" came a cheerful voice.
"Whatever it is, it looks worse than dog food, baby girl," Morgan said as Garcia strolled towards them.
"Hey, I followed the recipe you gave me," Reid protested.
Garcia stared at the lump of brownish meat that lay on Reid's plate.
"Um, well…"
"Well what?" Reid challenged. "This doesn't look like meatloaf?"
Suddenly Garcia burst into a fit of giggles.
"What's so funny?"
"Did you remember to use an egg and some saltine crackers?" she asked, still recovering from her sudden fit of laughter.
Reid looked at Garcia. Then he looked at his plate.
"Uhh…there's supposed to be crackers in here?"
Even Morgan had to laugh.