So I glanced at my work email today (I know that’s a bad idea on your day off, but considering all I’ve got going on at work just now it really was necessary) and there was a call for meals for a family who just had their first baby. I read through the details, figuring I’d sign up for a day next week.
The notes read, “two adults, nothing too spicy, NO lasagne, please.”
I laughed out loud. I totally get that.
When Middle Sister was just about to join the family, I made a pan of lasagne and cleverly froze half to eat once we were home from the hospital and WAY to busy to cook.
I only had an overnight stay at the hospital, and of course they served lasagne for my one evening meal. Okay, I could live with that.
And then we got home and friends started very kindly bringing meals by. TWO different friends brought lasagne.
What I wouldn’t have given for a “NO lasagne, please” notice on our front door. <