Here’s my vegetable lasagna story:
Growing up in culturally-deprived rural Ohio in the ‘70’s and ‘80’s, the only lasagna I’d ever heard of was the “classic” Italian-American lasagna with meat sauce (which I posted pics of) - red sauce, lots of cheese, curly noodles. The only time I ever had a chance to eat it was during school lunch period. We didn’t have things like that at home.
Time passed, I grew up, left home, married, and in October 1992, moved to the UK, with MrsT arriving the following month. As she planned on working, we knew we needed a second car, and after looking over the available used motors for sale by departing US service members (usually the best buy), MrsT settled on…a brand-spanking-new Volvo, purchased through US Diplomat Sales, which included in the price a short break over to the Volvo factory in Sweden to pick it up. Sweet!
December, just before Christmas, we set off…first a train from Bicester to London, then another train from London to Harwich, then a big ferry ride (27 hours!) across the North Sea to Gothenburg, and finally, a bus to the Scandic Crown hotel.
Planes, trains, and automobiles to get to a destination…I felt proper European traveling about, and couldn’t have been more excited.
Next day, we phoned the customer rep at Volvo, and they arranged to send a car for us the following morning. More sweet!
Car arrived (a Volvo, of course), and we were chauffeured out to the auto works, and that’s when our day really began, as the purchase price included a detailed going-over of the car, a test drive round the track, free entry to the onsite Volvo museum, and free lunch in the employee canteen.
Our rep met us, and he looked like George Hamilton’s older brother - magnificently bronzed skin, a white cloud of perfectly-coiffed hair, impeccably-tailored Italian suit…he walked us through every button and feature of the car, then handed us vouchers for the museum and lunch, and instructed us to meet him back in the delivery facility when we were done, and we’d be set to go.
Museum was quite interesting, and then…lunch!
Riding trains…picking up a new car from a golden god…luxury accommodations downtown…Christmastime as well…oh, what delights shall greet me at the employee canteen? Haunch of reindeer, perhaps? A hearty winter stew?
Room-temp vegetable lasagna and a bottle of warm Coke.
I didn’t even recognize it as lasagna. It was all white. It reminded me mostly of what a pig’s heart looks like, when it’s been prepared for high school science class - all greyish-white, flabby, sort of just…there.
“What’s this green stuff?”
“Spinach…I think.”
“In lasagna?…what’s this…other green stuff?”
“Pretty sure that’s zucchini.”
“I’m done. There’s a Pizza Hut across from the hotel. I can wait for that.”
And that’s exactly what we did - took delivery of the car, drove back to the hotel, and walked over to PH for pizza.