Lasagna

I take great care in making lasagna for my husband. I like lasagna too so that doesn't hurt.
Making lasagna is a big ordeal. You have to boil noodles, brown hamburger, mix ricotta and then layer it all together. So I decided to use oven ready noodles this time. First problem is that there isn't enough noodles in the box and the second problem is that because they are hard they slide all over the pan. The bright side is that they don't burn your hands when layering everything.
My lasagna is in the oven right now and we'll see how it tastes once it comes out.

Anyway, lasagna is not one of those things I make because my mom made it for me when I was a kid. In fact with few exceptions, none of the dinner things I make are made because my mom did. My mom is not a fantastic cook.
Lasagna is however one of the things that remind me of my Grandma Pope. Grandma Pope died when I was in seventh or eighth grade. What I remember about it was that a lot of time after school and when my dad came by after work to pick us up, we'd eat lasagna left over from lunch. It was good. My lasagna (whose recipe comes from the back of the noodle box) isn't nearly that good. The biggest difference I notice is the crunchy brown layer of cheese. Yum. I can't get it right even under the broiler.
Anyway, lasagna (and massive amounts of Christmas cookies which I refuse to make since I get bored too quickly) always reminds me of my Grandma Pope.