A meal to remember

Yesterday was a great day. It was a day free of food prep. A day free of cares and worries. It was a day to be remembered.

When my friend Shellee had a contest on her blog to win a homemade lasagna, I put forth my best efforts to win.

And win I did:

How much do you wish you had pulled this out of your oven?

Words fail to describe the joy I felt while eating it.

I will try anyway...the perfect noodles mixed with the flawless sauce combined in my mouth and took me on a journey back to my homeland. I saw Mama churning butter on the front porch. Papa was herding in the goats after a long hard work day. He wiped the sweat from his brow and smiled at me. Then he lifted me up onto his shoulders so that I could choose the very best apple from our tree. I polished it up on my apron and when I bit into it, I lost my first tooth. Mama gave me a penny which I promptly took to the mercantile to buy a penny candy. On my way home, I was walking by Old Man Tuttle's house and I smelled the most delicious smell ever. I asked him what could be making that amazing smell.

Lasagna was his one word reply.

Lasagna.

I dreamed of how it must taste.

I hoped that one day....one day I could partake of this magical dish.

Yesterday was that day.

It was better than I had imagined.