At the turn of summer, attention shifts from the outside back into the kitchen, and comfort food is tantalizingly on the horizon. After some cajoling (maybe begging) by me, Andy made the first batch of lasagna that we’ve had in months – and it was more than worth the wait and the want. Using his own sauce, and some fancy beef and sausage, along with some magically-seasoned ricotta, Andy fashioned a dinner that was perfectly delicious in every way. There’s something very comforting when he steps into the kitchen to work his magic.
My pants may not be happy about it, but my mouth is ecstatic.
