Mom’s big night off!

That’s right. I was there at 10pm. We were finishing our desert of homemade cranberry-apple crumble WITH orange zest. boom. Are you satisfied, you filthy animals?

Oh and don’t worry—we got some leftover lasagna. Some, I would say, is a conservative word. If we ate with my parents twice a week and took home the same amount of leftovers, we could start a food pantry for the excess food. I would never cook, and most people would think I was Italian for the sheer amount of marinara sauce dribbling down my chin constantly in place of drool. That’s amore.