Upon arriving home from Chicago, we learned that in our absence JM had fixed a romantic dinner for his girlfriend. What did he fix, you ask?
Lasagna. Yes, lasagna.
Holy cow, I’ve made it maybe twice in my life because it’s labor intensive and I’m not paid to cook. That’s why god created The Olive Garden.
But JM? He made it. The boy (ok, ok, young man) who can barely follow the directions on a box of Kraft Mac & Cheese made lasagna.
And you know what? It was good!
Too bad I can’t say the same for how the kitchen looks. *sigh*
Doesn’t the surprise dinner include cleanup?
Or, was the dinner shock enough?