Making lasagna is kind of a bitch. Labor-intensive, lots of steps, layers, you know the drill. But, it’s well-worth it if the recipient is a total lasagna freak. The quick of it is that lasagna isn’t a dish you make for just anyone. Forget “sponge-worthy.” Lasagna-worthy is the tried and true test of love.

As my mother and I made lasagna last week, and we had nothing but string cheese left to top our second tray of lasagna, I decided, “Lasagna is a make-or-break relationship dish.” It’s not easy, so you only serve it up to those worthy enough. “If I were still single,” I tell my mother as we shred the last of the cheese, “I’d make one tray of lasagna, then I’d freeze single servings of it. Each time I dated a guy for over a month, I’d serve him a slice, measure his appreciation, and really ask myself if he’s lasagna-worthy.”

“I can almost see it,” she says, “Mid-bite you’d yank the plate away from the poor guy.”

“Hey, haste makes waste, baby.”

STOP STRINGING ME ALONG LASAGNA RECIPE

Seriously? You know how long this post would be? Since we do things all scratch-like ’round here, I say do it in stages.  Begin with emailing me a request, and I’ll see what I can do. In the meanwhile, there are holiday cookies to eat decorate.