A frozen-food person. To that end, I made two sour cream apple pies and two butternut squash lasagnas, one (of each) to eat, and one to freeze. I wish I had had the wherewithal to take photos of the lasagnas but I was In Crisis most of the time because the kitchen is so small and there was literally not enough room to put all of the bowls and pots and pans and sheet pans and baking dishes I needed to make two lasagnas on the counter. After the one went into the oven, and the other one went into the downstairs freezer, and the kitchen got cleaned by Andy, and then the one came out of the oven, I was too lazy/busy being In Recovery in the living room to actually get off the chaise lounge thing and take a picture of it. "It was delicious!" is all I have to offer you for that one. Being a frozen-food person is a lot of work. Maybe not twice as much, exactly, but I don't know. The kitchen I have, I now realize, is not built for the double batch. It was built for teeny-tiny little 1920s flapper people. I like a challenge, though. I'll keep trying. At least there's pie.
