It is 49 minutes before day’s end as I sit here at my keyboard. And I feel like I’ve let you down. I am not sure I will publish this before day’s end. I pride myself upon being “in the know.” Being on the cutting edge. And absolutely in the loop–a real mover and a shaker. Just in case you haven’t picked up on the sarcasm here, actual movers and shakers just move and shake, they don’t run around talking about it.
Anyhow. I dropped the ball. The past few days have been a bit chaotic, more than my typical life in a blender. (and I’m not a referring to a margarita blender –again, because that would actually be kind of cool).
I was driving home about 15 minutes ago, when I heard on the radio that today was National Lasagna Day.
Really??? I thought to myself. First, I was stunned that National Lasagna Day would occur in the summer. It just doesn’t seem to fit the picture in my head. Sitting outside in shorts and flip flops on the patio your patio, enjoying the summer weather, sipping a cool refreshing drink in the summer heat and eating lasagna? A respectable Italian lasagna would make a mockery of your average plastic summer plates.
I wonder, are all the other “National Whatever You Want to Honor Days” taken? Am I missing something? Is today the birthday of the inventor of Lasagna? Then it would make sense to me. Because I can’t wrap my head around the idea that all of the winter or fall days, when lasagna would really hit the spot, were already occupied by some other holiday.
And by the way, how does something get to be a National day? Who do you go to to apply for such a thing? I mean, I know where to go get a passport, but if I wanted to start National Peeps Week–don’t you dare act like you’re surprised–where would I submit the paperwork?
I digress. My real point in running to my computer as soon as I got home was to say Never Again! Next year, I will celebrate National Lasagna Day, and I will subject you to reading about it. I can’t tell you whether it will be meat lasagna, vegetable lasagna or what I will have in store for you. Let’s just say, I’m living in the moment.
***Am I the only one who thinks it a little odd that there is a cherry tomato posing on top of my lasagna image with a leaf of basil laying next to it?