Oh dear, that brings up a memory.
When I was about 20, one of my roommates girlfriends (who was very loosely related to me) decided she would do some of that there cooking stuff and make us meatloaf. Thinking back on the results, seems she used a very cheap fatty ground meat and not enough bread crumbs.
Anyhow, she baked this thing and it shrunk to about half the size of the loaf pan, and then sat there boiling away in a substantial amount of its own rendered fat. When she plucked it from its bath and sliced it, it was found to be still raw in the middle. So she fried the slices in a pan until the pinkness went away, which I believe was about 35-40 minutes per slice.
To say that we could have strapped this baked/boiled/fried substance to our shoes and worn them for the rest of our lives without breaching the sole would be a very fair statement. We attempted to cut and chew the stuff for a while and then waited until she left the room to quickly scrape it off into the trash can.
I do have a really, really, really good meatloaf recipe right here if you want to minimize the horror and anxiety...here:
http://www.early-retirement.org/for...recipe-posting-thread-25331-2.html#post471865