I eat more lasagna -AND- sleep more than Garfield… Every dad of a newborn does!

We’ve felt really lucky with the outpouring of generosity and genuine great feelings we get from our friends/family/acquaintances regarding our newborn – it’s amazing.  What’s become amazingly easy to predict with each new excited acknowledgement of little Andie is that the person will invariably offer to bring over a lasagna.

Parents of newborns eat more lasagna than this fake feline.

It may happen a little something like this:

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Them:  “Oh that’s so great!  How much are you sleeping?”

Me:  “Uh, I don’t know, 8 and a half hours a night, maybe 9 if I’m lucky!

Them:  (a pause and confused look, because I’m supposed to say “none, WE DON’T SLEEP AT ALL!  That baby keeps me up all night!  I’m at my wit’s end!”)  “Well…. that’s…. great.  And how’s Maggie doing?”

Me:  “She has a baby permanently attached to her breast, how do you think she’s d0ing?  Are you STUPID?”

Them:  “Oh… um, well, we’ll bring over a lasagna!  I’m sure you don’t want to cook.”

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Now, I love lasagna, possibly more than my favorite cartoon cat.  It is the ultimate comfort/set-it-and-forget-it food, and I don’t remember ever having a lasagna and not thinking it was good.  On my own, I would never think to make a lasagna, and after this experience, I think I again will never think to make one.  That being said, it’s hard to fathom being without the layers, the oozing, the cheesy goodness.  I’ve learned recently that a good lasagna doesn’t have to be made with marinara, it can be made with a delicious white sauce called a bechamel.  Our friend Kate, and a couple of days later, my mother-in-law both made lasagna’s with bechamel, and they were delicious.

I never thought I would eat as much lasagna as Garfield - that's intense

Is the number of lasagnas our household should be allowed to acceptably consume 14 in a 2 week period? Or would it be even lower than that?  Just to get really dramatic, I think the cheese intake is qualifying me for type 9 diabetes and at least 1 artery completely clogged full of mozzarella cheese.  It’s really lame to complain about the generosity exhumed by our great friends and family, I realize this.

I’m certain when my friends have had kids I immediately go to the lasagna delivery offer, but going forward I think I’ll mix it up.  Maybe make it a 3-cheese enchilada, which is much different and healthier… and ethnic!

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