Tonight we had the missionaries over for dinner. I made lasagna. it was really gross. even the dog wouldn't eat it.
I made said lasagna weeks ago and put it in the freezer-to be consumed while I was away.
It went unconsumed, apparently for good reason.
We don't eat lasagna much, so I don't make it. ever. I don't even have a recipe-I just looked on the box for theirs. I guess I did it wrong or something.
While I was making the rolls and cinnamon rolls-that turned out yummy- I was pretending I was on a cooking show, silly I know but it helps me stay on track with the recipe.
I was explaining to my pretend audience each step and giving a history about this specific recipe (my grandma's). I was telling them that everything she made was fantastic, while in my mind thinking I'm just like her- a good cook-and proud of it. Obviously I needed a bit of a humbling.