Last night I made a lasagna: beautiful, rich sauce, a double layer of noodles, whole-fat ricotta with herbs and Parmesan mixed in, and about ten pounds of cheese on top of that.
Just as I put it in the oven, I received this text from my best friend:
"This weekend I'm doing a three-day detox cleanse that only lets me eat like . . . veggie soup, smoothies, and raw salads. If I text you for willpower, don't let me stray!"
I glanced into the oven, where the lasagna layers were just starting to meld together and the shaved bits of Parmesan cheese on top were melting into a bubbling, gooey mass of cholesterol.
"You can have all of my willpower if you want," I texted back. "I never use it."
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