I made a ginormous triple thick lasagna for dinner tonight.
Go me! Go wonderful wife, mother and chef! You got your game together and pulled something off. You are awesome!
I was quite proud of myself for not only having the required ingredients but planning ahead of time for dinner. You know, to avoid the whole, "well honey, I didn't make anything for dinner so what sounds good? Burgers? Nachos? Spaghetti? Cereal?" thing. Just pop that 9x13 in the oven around 4 ish, and good to go.
After I was done I made myself a yummy lunch of mozzarella cheese quesadilla with the intent of dipping into the left over spaghetti sauce used on the ginormous triple thick lasagna.
Sat down with my diet coke over ice, mozzarella quesadilla and dipping sauce and a good book. I took a HUGE bite.
And spit it out.
The cheese was off. You know, as in turned. Moldy if you will.
Guess what cheese I had just used to create my ginormous triple thick lasagna? That's right, the very same mozzarella.
And I am not stingy with cheese.
It's still sitting on my counter. I don't have the heart to jam it down the disposal. It still looks pretty, even if it is corrupt and disgusting.
So when Lance gets home, once again it will be, "Well honey, I didn't make anything for dinner so what sounds good? Burgers? Nachos? Spaghetti? Cereal?"