Because we're crazy, Mike and I found ourselves baking lasagna. Giada's delicious recipe. But yes, lasagna, on July 3rd. Mike has been jonesing to make it. Me? Not so much. It's summer time. Time for fresh foods, light fare and cereal when we're lazy.
"Do you really want to make lasagna?"
"Yeah. We can eat it for days on end. It's very economical."
"Do you think we're the only people in the history of the world who baked lasagna on July 4th weekend?"
"It is pretty funny. Let's make a tradition to do it every year! But you know we'll probably forget."
"Yeah! But yes, we probably will forget." (recording it via the blog for next year)

And this is reason #341 why I should marry this guy.
We do make a pretty good team. I agreed to make the bechemel sauce while Mike did the prep work. This is how I know we'll make it as a couple. Cooking as a couple requires compromise and cooperation. For example, I smile nicely and don't voice my opinion about the sheer volume of small dishes that he's using for prepwork that will have to be washed. He pretends that I'm the saddest act in the planet for having a slight cold this weekend and does all the dishes. (wink)
Okay, after all that sweetness, here's something tart for you. It looked pretty enough for a picture, until it fell upside down (wrapped in plastic, thank God!) at Olivia's house. It still won the taste contest against the reigning supermarket in New Jersey, the famous Wegmans.

Afterwards, we watched fireworks with thousands of people and I treated myself to a $1 glow in the dark necklace. All in all, a pretty great weekend.
Okay, I must go and choose between cereal or sixth serving of lasagna before Quizzo.