WOMEN'S DAY LASAGNE

This blog has got me into trouble already. On International Women's Day, i was ordered to arrive at the dinner party earlier to help with Lasagne. Because of this blog, some of my friends are under the grand illusion that i can actually cook. I've never cooked lasagne in my life, and the most assistance i could offer was to phone my mother for bechamel sauce directions.

Our host - however flustered to begin with - did a marvelous job and made eight or ten ladies very full and happy.




Layering up.


The host.




Voilà... Vegie Lasagne with a side of Pear-shaped Tomato and Butter Bean salad.

The company was exquisite and exclusively female, asides from a male housemate who sniffed out the gender bias and took his rightful place, hidden away in the lounge room. I had taken a few guests by surprise, deciding to wear a dress and make like a lady for International Women's Day. It was noted that many of them had not seen me in a dress since the days of school uniforms. Or, heaven forbid... since the hideous purple latex pinafore-esque dress i donned at our school formal!

I head out in Collingwood afterwards. And nearly ate the concrete a few times trying to walk in girly shoes after a blury amount of beers.





Come morning, after a long night out on the turps, a Hangover Sandwich was desperately called for.