January 12, 2012


Lasagna, lasagne...

I don't know how to spell it. Autocorrect keeps messing with me. I'm making 6 ginormous lasagnas. It's for Ari's robotics thing - I call it robot camp, but he is not amused. The kids work solid for two months building a robot and then take it to an international competition. This year the competition is in Tennessee. When I heard 'international', I admit, Tennessee didn't make my short list.

Because they have to work pretty much non-stop on this, the parents take turns bringing in dinner. With the teachers and mentors, there is a full roster of 60. Feeding 60 people. And most of them are teenage boys. I made all the sauce yesterday (I had to borrow Arlene's big chili pot as well), but today I have to assemble. I am writing this in a valiant effort to put off grating a mountain of cheese. I am now up to *4* people who have wandered in and said "doncha know you can just buy those at Costco or something?". I am trying to be domestic.

I also have to borrow a couple of ovens by 3:00. Because it would have made sense to arrange this last week, or even yesterday, you know that I haven't. I've already been to the store once this morning, but I have assembled all the stuff. I am ever thankful for that oven ready pasta. That didn't exist when my Mom used to make lasagna. Actually, I bought the other kind a few months ago by mistake, and just used it like oven ready. It doesn't really work, though the boys persevered and ate it anyway. It was a little crunchy.

A few hours later... Two are in my oven. Two are at the other Mom's place. And the other two? The house across the street, which was supposed to have a teenaged girl home in it at three to help me, is empty. Sarah texted me to say 'sorry, have volleyball, oops'. I am staring at these two lasagnas that have to be in the oven rightthisverysecond. She texts back 'you know where the key is'. I do. It is not there. I make Christopher go look. He can't find it. I am contemplating heading into another neighbour's house I have a key for, but I really, really don't want to explain 'oh hi, welcome home from work, I'm just going to take my lasagnas out of your oven and leave your house smelling awesome after you've been at work all day and by the way, there isn't one for you'. That just seems harsh.

Christopher just drove them over to Arlene's. I will pick them up on the way to the school. And hump all these hot lasagnas out of the car, in the rain. I have done a mountain of dishes, my kitchen is destroyed, and the fridge is now empty.

I could have just gotten them at Costco.

23 Comments:

Anonymous buzzwhack said...

I'm just sooo impressed. Your kids are very lucky. If Ari & Co don't win the robotics show down, it won't be for lack of eats.Seriously, I'm rooting for a Burlington win. Let us know how it goes!

January 12, 2012 4:02 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ari and Co should enjoy them. Hand made by "Mom", can't be anything better.

January 12, 2012 6:59 PM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

Now I'll wait for Roz to plow in here to snicker at that. It's one of the few things I do well.

I got back a while ago. 2 days work was demolished in 20 minutes.

Little enzymes.

January 12, 2012 7:01 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Give it your best Roz..

January 12, 2012 7:05 PM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

The image of lasagnas being humped is making me a little woozy... all that melted gooey cheese...

My word? 'menater' - a female misoginyst.

January 12, 2012 7:06 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

GACK! And yes, if you ever baked amazing lasagna/e in my house and left the smell and no cheesy goodness, we'd have big problems!

January 13, 2012 8:12 AM  
Anonymous Roz said...

I just spray my kitchen with lasagna scented air freshener. To mess with my husband.

January 13, 2012 12:05 PM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

So, if I do that, I can mess with your husband?

>runs off to by air freshener...<

January 13, 2012 12:28 PM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

OK... to be clear... we now have lasagna being humped and husbands being 'tricked out' by virtue of a little sensory perception?

January 13, 2012 12:35 PM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

Or is that sensory deception...?

January 13, 2012 12:35 PM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

Lasagna: nature's nearly perfect food.

January 13, 2012 12:38 PM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

Why do I get the impression that in the Sommerfeld household lasagna is like a Swiss Army knife?

January 13, 2012 12:44 PM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

Well, they both get you into the wine.

January 13, 2012 12:49 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

LOL....My son is doing 'robot club' at MMR this year and I am on for a dinner night in a couple of weeks. I think we are only cooking for 35, still all teenagers. I can't believe the schedule they are looking at for the next two months but seems like a really neat thing to do. (Old person saying now....they never had stuff like that when I was in school!)

January 13, 2012 2:02 PM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

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January 13, 2012 2:05 PM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

It's pretty amazing what they do. Ari did it last year as well.

All I'm gonna say is figure out how much you need to feed 35, then double it.

And throw in lots of buns. Or, come here! We'll make lasagna! I'm just down the road!

January 13, 2012 2:18 PM  
Anonymous Roz said...

Man! She must mean it. She said it twice. And, it's "buy" not "by".

p.s. Leave my husband alone. And, I will not be lured onto the Jerry Springer show. Bet you can't wait until my phone is fixed.

January 13, 2012 3:03 PM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

Crankypants.

Crankypants with no phone.

January 13, 2012 3:06 PM  
Blogger Chris Brown (not the felon) said...

"Journalists with poor grammar, who lust after their sister's husbands whose phone doesn't work."

Video at eleven.

Ratings will sky rocket... SKY ROCKET, I tell you.

January 13, 2012 9:24 PM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

A typo. Not grammar.

And if you saw her husband, you'd ponder a little lusting, too. Well, maybe.

And the phone is not my fault. Though when the line was all crunchy yesterday, she tried to blame me.

January 13, 2012 9:27 PM  
Anonymous Roz said...

Baaaack!!!

Bet you're all relieved.

January 14, 2012 1:06 PM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

Yes, that was a sigh of relief you heard.

January 14, 2012 1:15 PM  
Blogger DJW said...

I take a few days off and this is what happens?

You all need chaperones.

DJW

January 15, 2012 9:52 PM  

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