For a Perfect Meatloaf, Leave Off the Cinnamon

I don't claim to be a great chef or a Connoisseur, but I do like to cook and when I have my family or friends over I want everything to be perfect (or at least edible) I've been cooking all my life and you know practice makes perfect, or supposed to!!!
Well I had a big meal planned with meat loaf, (one of everyone's favorite). I was fixing potato salad, cabbage, green butter beans, fried corn, jalapeño cornbread, and a seven up cake for dessert. When I cook there are usually twenty to twenty five people coming.
I cut up all the usual ingredients for my meat loaf, onions, garlic, celery, dash of oregano, chili powder, salt pepper. Egg's And ketchup, then I added my crackers, I mixed it all up patted it out in my oblong pan and stuck it in the oven, while it cooked I prepared my other food, but After about fifteen minutes I smelled something that smelled like cinnamon, now I said to myself, . You haven't used any cinnamon in anything you've prepared. So I finished peeling my potatoes for my salad, put my green beans on, and by now the smell of cinnamon was getting stronger, I was getting somewhat suspicious, I opened the oven door, pulled out my perfect meatloaf and whoa, not so perfect, I had put cinnamon in it, I was concerned about it for a minute, then I had a thought, I may have just created a new recipe, that's how a lot of new recipes are formed, by pure accident, so I kept dreaming.
I set out the plates and silverware, napkins, glasses, had everything looked good, when company came in, the first thing I heard, was, I smell cinnamon, something sure smells good, I was hoping against all odds it would taste as good as it smelled.
I must say it was not a crowd pleaser. But at least the rest of the meal went o.k.
I usually have my family over once a month, so the following month I decided a repeat on the meatloaf to make up for the damage I did on the previous meatloaf. So I called my family and relayed invitations, explaining that due to the mess up of my meatloaf I was going to do another one, my number two son who is 45 asked me, Mom, With or without cinnamon, to which I could only reply, Ha Ha.