Lasagna
I don’t like to cook but will if I have to. One thing I will cook . . . Oh pish posh, I couldn’t even get that out without laughing. The one thing I will ask my sister to make for me is lasagna. I know how to make it. She’s shown me and I have made it from time to time, but I think my sister sticks her foot in it when I’m not looking because it comes out so much better than mine.
And this is me when my sister brings my little loaf pan of lasagna. I’m not proud, but it is what it is. My brother-in-law tried to taste it once and almost drew back a nub. Again not proud.
Step away from the lasagna and no one will get hurt.
And this is me after I’ve cut out my chunk
