Oh, well, that’s quite a mouthful. In referring to this meal, I usually just thought of it as the giant lasagna that was taking up valuable real estate in my freezer from when I became a famous food blogger. I’d go to the grocery store, buy way too many frozen meals, take the lasagna out to make room for the others, slam the door shut and then silently curse when I saw this thing still sitting on the counter. But, still, I toiled on, always somehow making room for it, never seeming to find the perfect occasion to make this family-sized entrée.
Well, I finally found one. I’m sure you’ve noticed that I’ve been absent from blogging for almost two months. I know, I know, it’s sad for everyone. I’ve had a lot going on lately – in particular, the trials of finding a new roommate. My previous roommateship sadly ended as quickly as it began, so I’ve been trying to find a suitable alternative. After posting an ad on the cesspool that is Craigslist, I received quite a few prospective roommate inquiries – from guys. Now, up until this point, I’d just never really thought about having a dude roommate, but with all of these guys wanting to shack up with me, I figured it might not be a bad idea. I chose one that seemed like he could string together full sentences, and made a time for him to see the place. Now ladies, it’s important to remember that when meeting strange men off Craigslist, you should employ the use of a “heavy” – a male friend to protect you from harm’s way. I chose my friend Trevor for this task, and we embarked on this journey together.
When the potential roommate arrived, I felt he posed no great risk to my life, so I briefed him on the place, gave him the grand tour, and then we settled in for a little potential roommate getting to know each other time. I offered the potential roommate and Trevor a drink, and before we all knew what was happening, we’d spent the greater part of the evening clearing out all of the vintage Miller Lites in the fridge.
Naturally when you spend a lot of time drinking a lot of old light beer, you get a little hungry – hungry to the point where you remember a family-sized lasagna sitting in the back of your freezer – one that can be microwaved, no less! After microwaving for the instructed time, it was scarfed down and declared scrumptious by all three of us. Even though our judgement may have been slightly skewed, it’s pretty hard to mess up lasagna, so I feel comfortable recommending this Stouffer’s lasagna to even the most sober diner.
I didn’t have much interest in the Points value of this lasagna at the time, and since the first time I’d be likely to buy it again would be to feed a group during the dead of winter while watching football, I’m going to continue to be disinterested in how it would affect my diet. PLUS, I’ve signed myself up for a 7 mile “race” (well, for me it’s more like a 7 mile “hope I don’t die”), so I can clearly eat anything I want!