Friends were here to celebrate Christmas this past weekend. In keeping it simple I bought pre-made lasagna. The box said 12 servings. I had 9 people. Perfect!
Or so I thought.
I have a neurotic gene. It works overtime. Will there be enough food? Will they like the it? Do they have food allergies or medical conditions? Will the weather be bad? Yes, all these things danced in my head like sugar plums I wanted to shoot with a water pistol. (Actually something more potent but I am a non-violent person except at a Starbucks drive-through line.)
All was good until the afternoon of the party. I took the lasagna out of the box and looked at it. Oy vay! They call that 12 servings! Sure looked skimpy to me.
Lasagna is weird. With meat you use ounces per person to calculate but how do you calculate lasagna? There’s probably an app for it but I preferred to get my freak on.
I called the beloved husband to look at it. He asked, “What do you want me to say?” I said, “Does this look like 12 normal servings?” He said, “How would I know?”
He took pity and offered to “get another one.” I had already upped the meat and the garlic bread.
The oven times were carefully planned so everything would be done together. That’s a miracle in itself.
The weather was bad in the morning but improved as the day went on but we had two people who didn’t want to chance the travel. Now I had 24 servings for 7 people. Some of the guests were also bringing sides.
Everything went out on the table like a true feast. In the end, we didn’t finish the original pan of lasagna (no need for a second). Only a third of the meat and one loaf of bread was eaten.
It was a Christmas miracle just like the fishes and the loaves (only it was lasagna). I have enough to last well into the New Year if it doesn’t keep multiplying.
I may have started a new holiday tradition.
*If you are not familiar with the miracle of the fishes and the loaves, you can click here.