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Tuesday, October 6, 2015

There Are No Leftovers When I Make Lasagna

Around midnight on the nights after I prepare lasagna for dinner, I'd like to go into the kitchen and steal a few bites of leftovers, but I can't. There are no bites to steal. When I make lasagna, the family circles the kitchen like vultures and once I lay my ladle down, it is feeding time.

Tonight I made a huge pan of triple layered lasagna for dinner and even though I'm the cook and I get to taste test everything as I go along and serve myself a huge helping straight out of the oven, it's never enough. I want to eat lasagna until I pop. I want to eat it until my family holds an intervention and tells me I have a problem. I want to eat it for every meal of every single one of my remaining days here on Earth. But, it's a process and who has the kind of time to make lasagna from scratch every dang night? Not me.

So, once a month or so I make this dish and every month I say to myself, "I should have made two pans." Breakfast lasagna would really hit the spot right now.

After the vultures devoured everything and we were all still hovering around the kitchen wishing there was more, my oldest daughter pointed something out to me on the stove top.


The only evidence left in the kitchen that a lasagna had been made was a saucy little heart my ladle left behind.


This just goes to show that everything I make for my family is made from love. My love... of Italian food.  


4 comments:

  1. And yet this is the lasagna that your father-in-law turns down in favor of a chili dog from Sonic. No wonder you beat him at dice all the time.
    And you're just taunting those of us who live thousands of miles away, aren't you? You're just rubbing our noses in it. Oh, wait, that would be a good thing. If you were rubbing our noses in it we could be gobbling it up at the same time.

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    1. If I could send everyone I knew a lasagna I totally would, but the homemade sauce is soooo heavy with all that Italian sausage... Haha, yeah, I'm kind of rubbing it in now... :)

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  2. The heart is nice but it would have been even funnier if a tiny skull and bones symbol had showed up. "Um, Mom....".

    I read this post early in the morning and I've been craving lasagna all damn day because of you. For dinner I had some frozen layered eggplant and even though it's good, it's a poor substitute for lasagna. I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to make lasagna this weekend. I blame you.

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    1. I will fully take that blame. And, I'll probably cook another one this weekend, too because I can't get it off of my mind!! :D

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