Beauty 365 … Stories of Love and Life for Everyday

Dear reader, please forgive and indulge me as I narrate a back story which will help you understand the sweet victory that transpired on Day 7.

I make a lot of lasagna. I mean both in quantity and in size - six kids and husband, all with healthy appetites, often with extras around the table, and frequently my choice of dish to prepare for a friend in need... I think you get the picture.

My family thinks that my lasagna is the best lasagna in the world. Day 7, amongst the kids… ”Don’t you hate it when other kids say that their mum’s lasagna is the best?” “Yeah, kind of cute, but soooo not true!!!”

I do love the loyalty, even if I know for a fact that my lasagna is a long way from “the best”.

For goodness sake, when my eldest daughter makes lasagna, she makes her own pasta sheets from scratch!! Now that’s real lasagna!!

Anyway, the story is that the last five or six times that I have made a lasagna, I have poured that last leftover cup or so of sauce into a container in the freezer. (As opposed to putting in into a cup to disappear into the back of the fridge, or attacking it with a spoon myself.) This full container was transported with us to our island escape and I laughed as I used it for a speedily compiled lasagna for dinner.

It maybe was the “best lasagna ever”. Rich in flavour, even richer in love.

(My son, who had a cloud of doubt over his health and remained in Melbourne, has now joined us. He is completely well. Thank God!!)