Saturday, March 19, 2011

Lasagne

Eastside Road, March 19, 2011—
lasagne.jpgSTILL, AFTER ALL THESE years — fifty-four in May — she surprises me from time to time. A couple of months ago, for example, I was explaining to someone that she doesn't really like lasagne.

What gives you that idea, she said. Of course I like lasagne; I've always liked lasagne.

It was the first I'd heard of it. Never in all our married years had she made lasagne before, or ordered it in a restaurant, or shown that much interest when it was served in someone's home, where we'd been invited for dinner.

But, it turns out, she likes lasagne.

The first hint today came when I saw a big bunch of chard on the kitchen island. An hour or two later I smelled ham, then sausage cooking.

Then, when I went it to mix up a couple of Martinis, I saw the oven was lit. Always a good sign.

Then she took the pan from the oven. Sformata, I said, with some surprise. No, she said; and calmly cut a couple of goodsized squares and served them forth. The recipe's here, if you want to try it; and I recommend it. Delicious.



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1 comment:

Curtis Faville said...

Forty-two years for Merry and I.