Katie is getting ready to go back to school this week. Back to big girl’s school where she’ll have her own apartment (that she shares with three other girls) and she’ll get to do her own cooking and stay up late and do things that she won’t write about on her blogs because she knows I read them. Not bad things, of course, just stuff.
Anyway, last night she made a request for her last-dinner-at-home-before-she-goes-back-to-school dinner. At the time, I didn’t know that her plans were to stay at home another night. I was 90% done with her special lasagna dinner when Honey Buns asked her what she wanted for her last-dinner-at-home-before-she-goes-back-to-school dinner for tonight (Tuesday). What? Two last dinners? Nobody gets two last dinners; especially someone who lays on the couch snickering about the fact that they suckered their feeble old mother into believing that Monday night was their last night at home instead of Tuesday night. The shame of it all. And just to think, I gave up my last good knee carrying a heavy box up three flights of stairs only to fall flat, landing on said last good knee as I tripped over the high lip at the doorway entrance to said ingrate’s new apartment. That’s okay, I got even. All the plates in the box broke; shattered to smithereens. Wait, that’s not so even…Now I have to replace them. Dang.
Well, I’m a mom, so I forgive easily. I may not forget. Ever. But I do forgive.
The lasagna that I made last night was among the finest that I have ever made. It was incredibly rich with flavor. I’ll give you the low down on it right now. You can fiddle with the ingredients if you want to, but don’t blame me if things don’t turn out right. Disclaimer: this is not diet lasagna. If you are going to make this lasagna and eat it, you need to understand that the rest of the week needs to be spent in fasting and thanksgiving.