This popped into my head today, from a special George Carlin did for HBO in the ’80’s called Carlin at Carnegie:
Have you ever been going through the fridge and come across something… that you cannot… identify… at all?… It defies all reason.
Could be meat…..
Could be cake.
At times like this, I bluff:
[shouts over shoulder] “Honey… Is this good?”
[whiny voice] “I don’t know — what is it?”
[pause, confused look]
“I don’t know….. It looks like….. MEATCAKE”
[whiny voice] “It’s good! Put it back. Someone is saving it….. It’ll turn up in something.”
(That’s what frightens me.)