There always seems to be overripe bananas sitting on our counter. They lie there, rotting, making me feel like the biggest waster on the planet.
The saving grace to ease my forgotten banana guilt is transforming those nasty, blackened, squishy fruits into glorious, comforting banana bread.
Ever looked for that certain special dinner that you dream about…that you crave…that you want so badly, but just can’t seem to find?
This is my relationship with barbeque in Tacoma, where we live.
I have a love/hate relationship with lasagna.
I feel the need to diagram this for you. Bear with me.
LASAGNA LOVE / LASAGNA HATE
Feeds a crowd / Always too much leftovers
Easy to transport / Can be slightly boring, typical, and average
Cheese + pasta = good / Fattening, not usually much nutritional value
Despite my lasagna ambivalence, somehow it always ends up being what I make when I want to bring a comforting dinner to someone.
