I like food. I really like food. I just can’t eat everything there is. My mother likes to claim that my older brother is a garbage disposal and will dump anything into his mouth, no matter how awful it may be. I on the other hand cannot eat everything that people put in front of me. I have my limits. I have standards as to what I will eat. I am a picky eater and I am not ashamed to admit it. I love food. I eat a lot and will eat till the cows come home. When those said cows do come home, I will grind those bovines up and will create a burgers that isjuicy and dripping with grease. Trust me, I like food. I love food. I like Mexican food. I like Chinese food. I like BBQ and above all else, I like Italian food more than anything. Nothing is better than lasagna. Everyone loves lasagna.
I just ate and was speaking with friends and co-workers about food and what we like. We all agreed that one meal is the apex of the food world. It’s lasagna. They love lasagna. I love lasagna. If it ever was to plop down in front of my face, I’d eat that s**t up in an instant. I don’t want come across as barbaric and unmannerly but if I was to ever to wind up like T-Rex, I’d eat the lasagna without a fork and knife. I’d bury my face down into the stack of sauce and zesty spices and herbs and gobble it up, licking my lips and face clean to finish up the meal. Don’t pretend that you’ve never dove head first into a plate of lasagna without second guessing what you’re doing. I know you have. When it comes to the greatest thing in the world, no one ever takes time to think about whether or not they should be cautious when enjoying what I believe is the greatest meal ever.
I haven’t had lasagna in a long time. I tried making it by myself but it isn’t the same. Not saying I haven’t made lasagna for myself and ate it alone, I have. I have probably enjoyed lasagna more often alone than I have with someone else. It takes time to make lasagna and when you’re a single guy like me, it is best to just forget about taking on such a task and go for something a little easier, like a meal for one. I want to say that the last time I had some was about a year or so ago. It wasn’t even your typical Italian style. It was Mexican style. It is good but after eating it for a whole summer and then some, it gets a little old and the spiciness of it goes away. It’ll probably be a while before I even try that style of lasagna again.
I just want the real thing. I need to get someone to get me some. Why can I just go out there and buy it? I could but lasagna isn’t cheap and not to mention, you can never be too sure about how it’s been prepared and if it is safe to eat. I haven’t ever had bad lasagna. I am sure I would have known if I did. I would have differently felt the repercussions of eating something tainted. Just be sure that the order of lasagna you get isn’t bad. Check the date. No one wants to get home and find an expired dish of lasagna in front of them.
Nothing beats lasagna. I had chicken for dinner and while it was delicious, it didn’t compare to the same happiness and satisfaction I get when I sit down with someone to eat lasagna. I could eat lasagna all the time but I don’t get to. I am not privileged enough to be was it deep in it. I cannot just come up and pull lasagna from the fridge. If I am going to ever want to have lasagna again, I will have to do more than just wait for it to fall into my lap. All this talk about lasagna is making me hungry for some. Maybe you can help and bring me some lasagna What do you say? I’d love to enjoy some lasagna with you. Hard to enjoy a meal with someone when I rather just be alone. Maybe one day I will have enough courage to ask someone out. One day I will do it. When that day comes, I will not be eating lasagna alone but will be enjoying the zesty spices and sauces with another person
…I just don’t want to be the guy enjoying cannolis.