Last Friday I asked the War Office, what she would like to eat, for a change, on Sunday.
I need to ask early, as I’m never sure what she will request, and I may need to toddle along to the store to buy whatever I’m short/out of. It does happen !
She hummed & harred, and as I was planning on being out for a couple of hours, at the pub with my good mate Neill, I suggested I make a lasagna.
I can prepare this and just shove it in the oven for an hour when I return home.
So whilst she, and Sarah, took Coco to the park for and hour or so, I set to and made my “World Famous 6 Layer Lasagna”.
Well, it’s as world famous as all these idiotic cooking shows, that one sees on TV, where these out of the way, ‘greasy spoons’, a hundred miles east of Houston, west of Denver, or north of Tallahassee sell their world famous baked beans & bbq ribs!
You know what I mean. 😈
So here it is; in glorious Technicolor my W.F.S.L.L.