That lasagna

Eastside Road, December 21, 2009—

LINDSEY SLOWLY READIES the refrigerator for the holidays. "Slowly"'s not the right word; "methodically" might do her more justice. She's not a slow woman, Lindsey, except perhaps sometimes when she's eating; I've often thought her uncanny taste sensitivity might have been formed in childhood by her slow, methodical habits at the table. But I digress.
Last night what should come out of the icebox but the last of the lasagna she made for John, over two weeks ago. I won't say it was better for the hibernation, but it certainly wasn't worse. Bolognese is a wonderful thing; Bolognese and Béchamel is one of the many fine moments in Italo-franco relations. (Most of them, I suppose, in the kitchen.)

Cheap Nero d'Avola