Lasagna Massacre

So John wanted lasagna last night, and since I've never made it, I figured I would give it a try. In between doing the laundry on the dryer cycle at the laundromat I power walk to Star Market and back with all my groceries and spent WAY too much on ingredients...only because I didn't even have the basics in my house, like pepper! I lugged up 2 60lb suitcases of clean clothes and groceries up 3 flights of stairs.

I made my own ricotta with black pepper, onion powder, garlic powder, parmesan cheese, I made a hamburg meat sauce, I cooked sweet italian sausage and cut it up nice and thin and into quarters and made layers in between. I made sure there wasn't too much ricotta per noodle...

I guessed on how high the oven should be, how long it should be in...I 'felt' my cooking....

I just KNEW it was going to be perfect.

And it WAS!!!! Honestly, I don't think I made anything this good in my life. John was so absolutely impressed, he thought Dad made it and brought it over...

We had one slice each. And it was perfection.

I decided to cover it up immediately, stack two cookie sheets WITH JUST BAKED COOKIES on top and set it on the stove. I fell asleep with a nice full tummy, looking forward to our lasagna left over's for lunch!

I wake up @ 7am, to hear the dog standing on her hind legs and moving tin foil... GREAT, I thought, she's eating the cookies!! Its the only chocolate thing I have in the house for my time of the month!

So I run out into the kitchen and she cowers away, to find she didn't touch the cookies...

...she moved TWO COOKIE SHEETS wrapped in aluminum foil, moved a pile of garlic breadsticks I made with the meal wrapped in aluminum foil on TOP of my lasagna..

....and then I looked in the the lasagna pan....that bitch ate the WHOLE thing. Out of 9 slices, John and I had 1 each, and she at 7 pieces by herself.

Now, here at 7:30am...she is in a deep food coma at my feet. Farting and burping like she just devoured her last meal before the firing squad. And she doesn't care she's in big trouble. I can see her stuffed belly moving with a mound of lasagna, mocking me. She's taking her lasagna nap.

I had planned on giving some to Dad, giving some to Mom so they KNOW I made an excellent meal, because lets face it...I'm not a very good cook.

And now, my evidence is GONE! Gone forever....and I may never reproduce it again. Cooking for me isn't about have the ability and training to make a good meal...Cooking to me is a craps shoot. Who knows when I'll get lucky again....

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