noodle-y narcissism

i have a lasagna in the oven.

no, i do not have a little italian in me (wocka-wocka)
he was tall and that was years ago (ba dum dum, high kick)

it smells delicious.

italian sausage, fistfuls of full fat mozzarella, basil from my herb garden, fresh noodles from tonina's.

i am also thawing (un-thawing if you're my mother) bananas to make banana bread that will make you forget the bananas.

today my complexion is very clear.

dear god, i am falling a little bit in love with myself here.