Today is National Lasagna Day, which certainly sounds like a holiday worth celebrating except for the heat.
It’s wayyyyy too hot for lasagna.
In case you missed recent posts, in honor of the upcoming fun at Authors After Dark, I’m doing a 30-Books-in-30-Days giveaway. Okay, really it’s so I can pare down my TBR pile. Open internationally, and the book is a mystery–I can only tell you it will be either UF, SF, Fantasy, YA paranormal, or PNR. If you win, you can give me a couple of genres and I’ll match them if I can but I”m a lot heavier on some genres than others. (I don’t have a lot of adult UF, in other words because there just isn’t much coming out anymore.) You can also choose any of my books except PIRATE’S ALLEY.
Today’s question, to be entered for a mystery book, is: do you like lasagna? Do you remember a particularly memorable lasagna?
I do like lasagna (when it isn’t so miserable, because as I write this my AC is on the fritz and it is 94 degrees INSIDE my house at 9 p.m. Ugh.). It’s one of those things I honestly take for granted—this tends to be true of Italian food in general—because I can’t tell that much difference between homemade and frozen. Yeah, a cretin, I know.
BUT I do have a memorable lasagna meal. It came on my first trip to Europe. I was staying in Innsbruck, Austria, and had decided to travel with a group going to Venice, Italy, by bus on a day trip. It was in February, just before Carnivale, so the trip to Venice was a sensory overload.
It was pretty late at night by the time we all headed back toward Innsbruck, and we stopped at a place on the Italian side near the Austrian border. I don’t remember the local name for it, but in the U.S. it would be a very, very upscale truck stop. There was a restaurant on the second floor and I got lasagna since all I’d eaten in Venice was street food. It was not as spicy as the American cousin but that could’ve just been because it was truckstop lasagna!
How about you—got a lasagna story?