GARFIELD'S LASAGNA

So it didn't go too bad last night.  Making the lasagna was kind of exhausting; it's just that kind of recipe.  You have to cook the sauce for over an hour, boil the pasta, shred all the cheeses, assemble it, then bake.  The good thing about a recipe that involved is that by the time you're done cooking it, you often aren't interested in eating it, but don't worry that didn't stop me.  I did what I said I was gonna do and had a square with my veggies.  Now I'm not sure that square turned out to be as small as promised, but all in all, I did alright. Because my family is such gluttons and it would not be out of the ordinary to see a fight break out over a shortage of pasta, I made two trays.

Tray 1

Tray 2

Let me tell ya, I call this entry Garfield's lasagna for good reason. It is super good and people gobble it down like everybody's favorite cartoon cat!  Let me assist you with a visual, Press play, then move mouse side to side.

Things were going dandy until my brother revealed his secret bring along item.  a hush falls over the blog...MR. STICKY STICKY BUNS!!!  What the f*ck! And I do mean WTF!  Now my whole family has a sweet tooth including my fit father, so much so, that there is a tradition of eating dessert first at our family get-togethers.  Normally, I struggle with the bread/pasta thing more than the cake/ice cream thing, so I wasn't overly concerned with what my brother had in the box.  But check this sh*t out..

Walnut Sticky Buns

I don't know how good a look you're getting at these bad boys right now, but they were insanely good!  I guess I am currently "embodying" a sticky bun.  I must wish to be big and square and dripping with nuts because I had one!  That was not part of the plan.  I think I need to update my post-it to more of a legal pad size!

There's been talk about us getting together next Monday to watch the show but I already vetoed a request for Beef Stroganoff.  This cooking extravaganza can not continue every Monday or it will look like Dancing with the Hippos.

Below is my mother dancing in the kitchen as I announce the lasagna is done.  She even looks insane, does she not?!  To her right, the juiceman, still going strong at 70.  Did I mention that everyone arrived by way of automobile?  The Juiceman, staying true to his image, arrived via bicycle.

"With all respect to Will Rogers, I never met a lasagna I didn't like." 
-Garfield