Leftovers

My lasagna. There was like a piece left. A PIECE. Okay, so I don't like to vent about my friends or roommate because, hey, they read this blog all the time and there's no need to air our grievances on a global platform.

But then someone eats your lasagna and all bets are off.

So the other night I hosted a dinner party for a group of people that have graciously offered their time to serve on my crew when I direct this season at the theater. Among the plethora of food cooked for this party, I made two pans of lasagna and was told it was pretty good. It's my mom's recipe. I grew up eating this stuff and it's really tasty. And, not to boast, but it's pretty damn good when I make it too.

Party went well. Food was enjoyed. And some of the lasagna ended up going into the fridge afterwards (I made extra so this very thing would happen --- there's nothing like lasagna after it sits for a day in the fridge...trust me here).

Long story short -- I come home Thursday night from a tiring third day of painting the theater lobby (oh, yes, that's another post for another time), to find one of my roommates sitting down with a plate stacked FULL of lasagna. I'm talkin' two solid pieces -- more than a helping. Now, I knew there wasn't much left anyway, so I knew what a portion that size meant.

And then this became one of those instances where the words pour out of my mouth before I even realize what I'm saying. It was something like "Did you leave ANY for the guy who actually made that?" Stressing "ANY" with that rhetorical sarcasm people use when they're upset.

He looked a little taken aback -- and then the other roommate checked the leftover pan in the fridge to find a tiny piece remained untouched. Just one... a lonely little piece -- a scrap by comparison to the feast upon this guy's plate.

In the end, this isn't about me not getting to eat loads of lasagna. I guess it's about bounderies or respecting your roommate's things. I don't know. This was just a vent because I was flabbergasted that he assumed that the lasagna that I spent hours cooking was up for grabs. Yes, it was served to all guests the night before and he even had some then. But once the party was over, I took the time to wrap up the leftovers, place them in the fridge, and set them aside for my later enjoyment. Didn't think I had to specify to the guys that at this point, the rest was mine. Maybe I should have. Was I wrong to assume that when someone in the house cooks something and there are leftovers, that the cook has claim to said leftovers? Should I have expected a request for this remaining lasagna or was he right to help himself?

I don't vent about much -- most things in this world do not upset me. I'm very easy going and let things slide. All the time. But this one got me. Maybe it's because I'm stressing this week and dealing with lots of things (the next blog will shed more light on this statement). Or maybe it was because the lasagna was something of mine and he took it without asking. That gets me. That's all. By the by, we talked about it more and he offered mea culpa, so we're cool. But I still had to vent this on the blog. Okay... moving on.