The act of someone cooking a meal for me has always felt like an act of love. The idea of someone going to effort to nourish others seems like the purest expression of love there is. Which brings me to lasagna. I’ve had many lasagnas over the years. My mum makes a pretty good one, and I’ve had a few in restaurants but nothing has ever been able to come close to the ones my husband makes for me. And the reason is love.
M first made me lasagna on our fourth date, hours before we shared our first I love yous, so even if it didn’t taste amazing, the concept of lasagna and love would forever be linked in my mind. Over the years, he’s made hundreds of lasagnas, and manages to continually alter the recipe. They never seem to taste the same twice.
When I went vegetarian for a while, he figured out how to make it taste almost as good so I didn’t have to miss my favourite meal. He did threaten never to make it again if I went vegan. I think that was a challenge that was beyond even his ninja lasagna skills. Now our toddler refuses to eat vegetables and pasta, he’s spent ages researching ideas to include more vegetables in the recipe, and tries not to cry when Bear throws away the noodles. He’s even made a mexican meatball version which is truly to die for. He makes lasagna when life is sweet, and when it is all going to hell. And it might not be the best lasagna in the world to anyone else, but it always will be to me. Because cheesy deliciousness is love.
Do you have a meal that makes you feel loved? Share in the comments or join the link up over with Denyse.