The Garfield Gene

Garfield. You know ... the cartoon cat that loves lasagna. Not that we're related to the cat, but there must be some hereditary trait involved.

On Sunday my wife made a lasagna. From scratch. It took a while to put it together, and once it was in the oven the house smelled delicious. There is magic in a good lasagna. And this turned out to be a good lasagna. She made a large one assuring plenty of leftovers.

My wife admits that lasagna is one of her comfort foods. Although she may claim to make a lasagna for me, I know it is for us. A comfort food. What a concept... A food with the ability to make you feel better, contented, happier, relaxed, or some other beneficial emotional feeling. Yep, it must mean magic.

The second test of a good lasagna comes a day later. A good lasagna tastes as good, or better as a leftover. This lasagna had a healthy dose of garlic and the right blend of cheeses to help with that magic. Not too wet nor too dry. Honestly, after 2 dinners of that lasagna, this morning I asked our girls what kind of sandwich they wanted for lunch and one of them said "lasagna". So that's what she got. Not a sandwich, but a tupperware tote full. Hmmm, it must be lunch time. I'm thinking she had a good idea...