Kitchen Explosion

Over the weekend, I had one of those oh, s*** moments when I realized I had to actually feed my family when they arrived for the holiday.

House them? Sure.

Buy presents for them? Of course.

Entertain them with merry and bright activities. No duh.

But feed them??? Sorta forgot about that one. Or perhaps I just blocked it out, knowing the work that it requires.

So...I made a mental plan. And some lists. Lists and mental plans (not to be confused with mental breakdowns...although one can often lead to the other).

One of the key points to the plan: doing what I can ahead of the familial invasion. And that involved preparing one of the evening meals tonight--a delicious white sausage lasagna that's so decadent, you serve it with a side of Tums.

Now, before I tell you how it went, let me show you what my kitchen usually looks like (thereabouts):

And here's what it looked like about an hour ago:

Not a single surface was left uncovered. Even the obnoxiously long countertop that you can't see in the above pic was completely covered. And I mean, completely.

There was sauw-sage on the backsplash, onion on the floor, garlic in the fake flowers, roasted red pepper on my hubby's briefcase, and spinach on some of Baby Girl's chew toys.

No biggie.

'Cause I now have Christmas in my heart.

And yummy-yummy lasagna in my freezer.

And second-degree stove-top burns on my fingers.

But that last one I can overlook when I have this to keep my days happy:

P.S. This would have been a VERY different post if I'd left the lasagnas to cool on the window seat and totally forgotten about them--like I almost did.