in the last week

I have had lasagna regrets.  I made a very awesome cheese sauce (with the help of a supportive cheese sauce friend), then had that moment of layering anxiety when you can't remember which order the meat, cheese and pasta goes.  Is it meat then cheese then pasta?  Or pasta then meat then cheese?  Anyway - I ended with pasta.  Which burnt.

Lasagna regret.

This really was the best cheese sauce I have ever made.  Maybe it was the rubber band around the whisk cunningly placed there by Lisa to ensure the whisk was not too floppy.  And I did not measure any quantities at all - some butter, some flour, lots of milk, handfuls of grated cheese.

Before it went into the oven to be burnt by my neglect while attending to much more important conversations with the visiting guests.  I was too ashamed to take a photo of the finished crispy black around the edges product.

This is not a cooking blog need I remind you.

We have also had a billet staying with us from New Caledonia for two weeks.  He was ten and on a school exchange.  The girls were desperate to have a billet so I said yes.  It was great having a boy around the house for two weeks - I played soccer a lot and attempted terrible French on him.  Fortunately his English was excellent.

I am pretty sure he left our family thinking he had just spent two weeks in the crazy house.

I also watched my beautiful eldest daughter graduate from the Shine program at school today.  This was a program run by the chaplain that worked on self-esteem and valuing the girls.  She was chosen to do the thank you speech to the volunteer leaders - she did a wonderful job and I got a little teary.

Each day and night is filled with life at our house at the moment - with friends and food and exercise and singing and laughing.  Fortunately I have not even had time to clean the bathroom.

Oh well.

I did have time to go and watch some cool kids play some softball on a Friday afternoon at interschool sport.  Yay.

And an exercise update.  I can now run for 8 minutes on a treadmill at a speed of 10. With some small huffing and puffing breaks.  That is quite a lot of running for me.  For about 20 seconds today I felt like I was actually running smoothly.  Then I thought about it and lost my rhythm.  At least I know if I am running away from a bear, and there is a treadmill nearby I can run away from the bear for 8 minutes.  After that I would be mauled.

How DO you layer a lasagna?