Use the Chicken Egg Timer Instead

We were invited to Jen and Derek’s on Saturday to celebrate Bella’s birthday and Easter.  I offered to make the lasagna.  Wait a minute; I offered to make my famous lasagna.

I decided to put it together on Thursday.  I could do it a t leisurely pace, no rushing to get it done.  I had plenty of time.

As the sauce was simmering on the stove, I debated on whether or not to add that extra can of tomato paste.  Nahh, I thought, it will thicken as it cooks.  It didn’t.

As I was layering the pans with way too thin sauce, lasagna noodles, ricotta, mozzarella, and Parmesan cheeses, it was looking very soupy and pretty watery.  So I figured I better be a little more conservative with the sauce, and ricotta cheese and more heavy handed with the mozzarella.  I shouldn’t have.

When the first pan came out of the oven it was rather sad looking. Sort of dried up and crusty.  But, I thought it would probably still taste okay.  After all it was my famous lasagna, right?   

I was pretty bummed out at this point.  Everyone looks forward to my lasagna, I mean my famous lasagna.  Such pressure.  But I had another pan to bake.  Maybe this one would come out better. 

As I was waiting for the second pan to finish baking, I wandered into the kitchen for something and noticed that the microwave was running.  And then I noticed that the timer on the microwave was not. 

I’ll let Ross tell you what happened next.

Ross assured me that he would take the blame for pressing start on the micro wave instead of timer.  But somehow it got out that I was the one who did it. 

Okay, so needless to say, I was not having a good time making the lasagna.  And at this point I was pretty sure that when my family described my lasagna from now on it would not be Mom’s famous lasagna.  It would instead be Mom's  hehe famous haha. lasagna.

Yes there would be a lot of jokes about how Mom is up to date with technology but don’t let her near the microwave.  Or “Mom I’m putting the ham in the oven now, can you put the timer on…do you know how to use this?  

Well you get the picture.

And you know how once one thing doesn’t go quite as planned, everything else you do after that just doesn't seem to go as planned either?

Let’s just say that one of the incidents involved aloe and ice.  But that story is for another time.

  

Anyway, taste wise the lasagna turned out fine.   No, it wasn’t up to my famous standard, but it was still pretty good.   We celebrated Bella’s birthday and Easter and most important we were all together.
  
What's that saying?  "All's well that ends well...as long as you don't let Mom near the microwave..."something like that.