a whole day spent chopping and baking for a veggie lasagna crunchier than a tortilla chip.:: how to make a crunchy lasagna ::
the girls had some knowledge of my cooking disasters like shiny meatloaf. this was their first time eating my mistakes.
i’m sure they were a bit worried. i was worried enough to take a day off from work to cook. me cooking wasn’t natural... it was like asking mother teresa to visit a strip club for world peace.
:: we don't need no stinkin' directions ::
finally, after much chopping, praying, and cursing (do you know what a béchamel sauce is?), my masterpiece went into the oven.
precooked lasagna noodles made the whole process move pretty quickly after all the vegetables were ready. in the meantime, meg showed up first without so much of a whiff of a pre-meal big mac on her breath. (the pre-meal is just in case
a hazmat team was outside when she arrived.) she helped me with the last minute details of my insalata caprese.
she was even kind enough to help me pick the glass out of the salad when the pliers i was using to twist open the bottle of balsamic vinegar splintered in my hands like i was supergirl... and i don’t think lisa and liz ever heard that story until now.
:: friendship is spelled "t-u-m-s" ::
liz and lisa showed up next and shortly after their arrival the crunchiest pasta noodle ever was brought to the table. all three quietly picked up their steak knives to saw through their pasta.i was certain that someone would get hurt from swallowing either a shard of glass or freaking noodle.
their utterly blind stupid trust that my cooking would not kill them (before they could get to the hospital) kept me from taking a lasagna noodle to my wrist. my friends crunched their way into a place in my heart forever that night.
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