The Tale of Two Lasagnas

Lasagna is awesome. I just thought I'd mention that. It's something you should be aware of before I regale you with the tale of the two lasagnas and how they came to be.

So every once in a while Robyn gets tired of making dinner and requests that I take over for a night. We both know in our hearts that her dinners are more awesome, but since it had been a long time since she asked me to make dinner I decided to go ahead and volunteer.

I told her I would make lasagna. (It's one of the five meals I know how to make.) I began inspecting the ingredients we had available and I quickly concluded that we did not have enough of any of the ingredients I needed. I decided we needed more noodles, cheese, sauce, meat, the whole works. Robyn seemed to think I was crazy but she was nice about it and didn't say anything. (Although she gave me that disapproving look of hers.) But she even bought me more ingredients when she was at the store.

I began cooking up a storm. I was boiling the noodles and browning the meat simultaneously. I was so proud of myself, I was such a domestic little husband. I got everything ready and began building my layers of lasagna goodness.

Well, the pan filled up. I made a glorious lasagna. People came from miles around just to see what an astounding lasagna I had made. They marveled at the delicious cheese and noodley goodness.

Unfortunately, that's when I realized there was a small problem. I had only used half of all the ingredients I had prepared. When I pointed this out to Robyn, she broke her vow of silence on the issue. You see, she's very sneaky when she disagrees with me. When things are not yet proven, she stays quiet but gives me the knowing look. It's her way of foreshadowing that she's going to say something along the lines of "I told you so." Once she is proven right, then comes her moment of victory when she tells me how she knew it all along. She let me know quite clearly that I was crazy in thinking I needed all of the ingredients I had made her buy.

But then, a true miracle happened. We got out another pan and I made another lasagna. Can you think of a happier ending to a story? We ate our fill and still had 1.75 lasagnas as leftovers. Is there anything more awesome? I say unto you, 'nay'.

If it's not looking amazingly delicious, keep in mind this is the second lasagna that has been in the fridge a couple days.  Worry not, I will still partake of its goodness.