My lasagna story.
Once upon a time, I said I was going to make lasagna for dinner.
“No, no! Not tonight!” Said the man on the phone.
That evening, I was brought to four houses where pans were collected. I wasn’t told why I was being given pans. I just knew everyone was excited to give them to me.
Upon returning to my new home, I was told that I was responsible for filling each pan with lasagna.
In this family, no one wants to make lasagna because it takes “too long” to put together. I can’t tell you how many pans of lasagna I’ve been in charge of making. And I wasn’t allowed to make it in just any pan. Everyone wanted it in their own special pan.
Once upon a time, I said I was going to make lasagna for dinner.
“No, no! Not tonight!” Said the man on the phone.
That evening, I was brought to four houses where pans were collected. I wasn’t told why I was being given pans. I just knew everyone was excited to give them to me.
Upon returning to my new home, I was told that I was responsible for filling each pan with lasagna.
In this family, no one wants to make lasagna because it takes “too long” to put together. I can’t tell you how many pans of lasagna I’ve been in charge of making. And I wasn’t allowed to make it in just any pan. Everyone wanted it in their own special pan.
