And now for something completly different

Let’s take a break for a moment, from our usual, rabid discussions revolving around politics, global warming denial and sexual innuendos and talk about something that's near and dear to our hearts. Yes, that’s right, let’s talk about food.

Not just any food, oh no, that would not do for such a momentous posting as this. No, this ode to culinary delight shall be to that stomach filling delight, lasagna. And not just any lasagna, but my wife’s lasagna.

Yes, yes, I’m sure your lasagna is the absolute best that anyone has ever had, but that’s only because Mr. or Mrs. Anyone hasn’t had my wife’s delectable concoction.

Last weekend, my family came to our house to celebrate Christmas. And so, after much debate and consternation as to what meal best represents the holidays, we decided on lasagna. Jack may claim that my part in this discussion may have been influenced more by my personal self interest and by doing so I may have interviened in the optimal, market based solution to the problem.

And he’d be right. I mean, come on, we’re talking about lasagna here, people.

So, my wife made two heaping pans of the stuff, ensuring that a satisfactory quantity was left over to satisfy her husband’s (that's me) pasta desires. You think I jest? Out of the last 11 meals since Saturday, I’ve eaten lasagna 5 times, and finally the last of the artery hardening stuff was devoured at lunch today.

The block I consumed today was 3” tall, 4” wide and 5” long, comprised of seven layers of noodles, meat, garlic, sauce and cheese. This thing was so solid, that if you dropped a brick on it, the brick would shatter.

Now, after gobbling down the aforementioned lasagna, I’m sure a good nap this afternoon will be what the good doctored ordered. I’m not sure that’s what work wants out of me this afternoon, but why else are doors put on offices and “line busy” lights put on our receptionist’s phone tree?
So, before I go, I’ll return you to our regularly scheduled broadcast. Did you hear the one about when Senator Inhofe was caught at the CRU with whips and a dildo…?