Lasagna

Whenever I make lasagna I think of the old flat, "Ye household" as we used to call it. It was everything but household, truth to be told. It was a hostel, a library, a café, an inn,with its regular 4 girls and countless visitors (Once we started a list of visitors and we came to an impressive number which is not to be shared in public :))

In our second year in the flat we started cooking. Every Monday one of us would prepare a meal. The lasagna were the first in the row. As the most assidious students in the world we gathered up in the kitchen watching in awe our roommate crying over the onion then preparing the salsa and gringing the yellow cheese. It was a miracle to behold.

These Mondays were our introductory course in cooking. Of course they didn't last as long as we imagined. Slowly our interest changed and we replaced cooking for go-kart and go-kart for extensive partying and extensive partying for separate personal interests.

Still, whenever I make lasagna I think of "Ye Household" of the pool on the eight floor and of my lovely crazy weird and quite unique roommates