Wednesday, October 12, 2005


I made a "mofo" lasagne the other night for the family. It was huge. I broke all the rules of the recipe, all the rules of life, mostly because of its hugeness. One person could barely lift it. I was worried it wouldn't cook.

And it was fantastic. Usually, my dishes are disappointing. No matter what I try to make, it's not very good. Once I slaved over a roast beef pate (what a stooge) and when I served it to guests at Trivial Pursuit night, one said,

"I thought you said you didn't have a dog."



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