When I reached for the lasagna pan this morning, a little wave of nostalgia tugged at me. This is not just any lasagna pan; it’s THE lasagna pan. The one that Frank’s parents used for over a half century before it found a home in my cabinet.
This is not an everyday sort of pan. It’s the pan you would use for serving a larger than normal group. This is the pan that showed up at every holiday and major function. It travelled from Connecticut to Massachusetts countless times over the years. It was the one item that I chose to keep when we cleaned out Frank’s parents’ house for the last time.
They’ll only be seven of us for tonight’s lasagna, but I’m opting for THE pan because leftover lasagna in the freezer is a good thing. I made the sauce yesterday, so putting it together this morning will be pretty easy. The sauce “came good” as my mother-in-law was fond of saying.
This pan serves up memories in addition to lasagna.