This recipe has been in my family for three generations. In fact I think my mum still has the original hand written recipe of my grandma’s. 🙂 I know a lot of people claim the saying “not as good as mum’s” when it comes to eating, but with recipe I have to agree. Honestly, I have yet to find a lasagna that comes anywhere close to touching this recipe in yumminess. So far, those who have eaten it agree, or at the very least say it’s one of the best they’ve ever had. I hope you feel the same way, and really put some love into this “secret” family gem. 😉
Well it’s that time of year again, my birthday. This year I’m 31. Admittedly, that’s a little scary. I don’t mind aging, per-say. What I mind is the idea that people keep track of it, lol. My views on most things tend to be a minority thinking among the rest of the world’s thought process.
Age to me means nothing when it comes to who someone is, yet people still seem to define a lot of who they are or what they do by their age. What’s up with that? I’ve known a number of very young people who have shown far more maturity than their age would normally allow. In the reverse, I’ve known too many older people who’s immaturity has never surpassed grade school. So why bother with tacking a number to yourself?