2 days in a row. Now that’s dedication.Ok, so to start off, I will do my Day 2 contribution to ‘The 30 Day Music Challenge”.

Day 2: Your LEAST favourite song.

This song is just one of many. I’m sorry people, I know she is very popular but to me everytime I hear her sing I hear nails on a blackboard. Hate mail would never work with me, if you want to show me you hate me, send me one of her albums. (I am sorry to the singer involved, I am sure you are a lovely person but you were completely flogged on the radio and it has created a shudder reflex by my. Even Bieber did not seep into my life the way you did.) …

So, Missy Higgins: I apologise.

Missy Higgins: Scar.

Now, onto my next topic.

Today, Kelly has set me a challenge. It is quite sizeable. I don’t know if I will ever live up to it. First, the back story.

Back in the day (Four score and 7 years ago ) I used to love cooking. I would bake and cook all the time. Every day something new and inventive. I loved it. It was my world. As the years went on, I found (After being with the ex) that it became a chore rather than a hobby and when we parted ways, I took a stance to do as little cooking as possible. It was like my liberated stance to become someone different. Along with this, I lost 25 kilos, dyed my hair dark brown (Away from my natural blonde) and started eating Sushi. (Oh yeah! Rebel alright!)

Alas, I have found that of recent, I have been getting back into cooking and baking. I am wondering if there is a direct correlation between being in love, and loving to cook? WOAH! DEEP!

So, anyway, today Kelly and I were talking about yesterday’s post topic (The whole gift giving thing and birthday’s etc). I said to Kelly I wasn’t sure if we would be able to actually go out on the night of his birthday (Though we are going out to dinner with friends on a weekend for it). He said to me “Well, babe, there is one thing you could try” “What’s that?” “You could attempt to make me my favourite meal home made”.

YOINKS!

EEEEEEEPPP! *insert scary stabbedy type music here*

So, anyway, I said to him “You want me to make you a home made lasange?” “Mmmm yes! Me and Garfield have two things in common, our stomachs and we love lasange!” (To which we then agreed that both my boys are the same)

Om Nom Nom John!

Now, this is a relatively straight forward dish right? Meat, pasta, some form of tomato, cheese, something else, ummm layer it, and then stuff? Ok! Easy! Not a problem!

But all of a sudden I am feeling pressure! What if I don’t make it as good as our regular pasta pick up place (Oh Em Gee, Yum Yum Lasagne!) So much pressure. I feel that I really need to get into the spirit, chuck on a bit of ‘Europe: The Final Countdown’ and cook the s**t out of this dish!

Hey, you saw me in Macbeth! My hair can totally be that big!

So people, may god speed, may the force be with me, may I go in peace *Insert other cliched type mantra type pat on back type encouragement madoobys!*

I shall make him a lasagne, and it shall be magnificant! (Or at the very least edible!)

And if all else fails:

Find the number for Pasta Cup!