In fact, my husband had the nerve to say "Why don't you ever cook anything like that for me?" as soon as I pulled the lasagna from the oven. And while I do not blame him one bit for wanting it, I wanted it to, I had to not be swayed by this but instead focus on his comment because it was coming from a man who anytime I try to fix a square meal to include all the food groups he is quick to blurt out that he was really just wanting soup for dinner. That's right, soup.
So, because I love him, I decided to forgive him and I made the lasagna again tonight. This time for us. And it was everything I expected it to be...and more. It was the best lasagna I have ever had...ever. And I made it. And you should try it. Here it is:
I think...no, I know what I loved about it is the spicy breakfast sausage in the recipe. Every few bites it was like a spicy little kick. And it was wonderful. The best. I am glad I love my husband.