Melty. Crumbly. My husband’s words. He is homemaking his wonderful, incredible, I can use yummy, melt in your mouth, wish it was already in our tummy’s, lasagna! We are blessed to enjoy this lovingly prepared creation only about two times a year. Why? Because a meal this amazing is like one of those spicy affairs enjoyed once or twice a year, each year, perfectly planned, lovingly savoring the pleasure forever.
As it bakes in the oven, a bowl sits ready with ingredients for his homemade Italian bread. Pesto and marinara sit waiting for us to dip the warm bread in to its flavors.
I sit here playing with the idea of making a dessert. Maybe some zeppole. Dean Martin is playing in the family room. My family is outside enjoying the cooler fall weather.
What could be better?! Eating together at the table, laughing, relaxing, full bellies, playing games. But the best is probably leftovers!