Lasagna, Philosophy and Imperfection

The young trainer I had working Zing, a philosophy major, once said to me as I was realizing Barack Obama wasn't who I wanted him to be "It's hard to be a thinker, Sandra". I couldn't have found a better match for spending countless hours with than Kristina. This old barn philosopher had many an interesting hour with her. She is right, it is hard being a thinker. Which is a round about way of getting to my unimpressive lasagna. I misjudged the amount of filling I had, therefore using a too large casserole dish. Result: skimpy lasagna. 

 How does this align with Kristina and philosophical thinking you might reasonably ask? Well, first of all I thought I'd let posting go today, not much to say. Then for some reason I began to think about imperfection. I may have been looking in the mirror. I have admired imperfection. I've tended to buy the worst house in the neighborhood. I drive old vehicles. I used to rescue dogs. I never found them to be imperfect, but someone did. Back to lasagna. I have an internet friend of several years. He lives in Iowa, has Arabian horses, is a preservationist breeder and a collector of old things. Hmmm, I may be one of those old things.... He also enjoys cooking, so we exchange recipes and photos of what we make. I took this photo last night and then decided not to send it because it isn't perfect. The thing is, this vegetable lasagna was excellent in flavor, just lacking in layers. My friend wouldn't have cared it was skinny. He would have asked me about ingredients. 

There's some philosophical underpinnings in this, but I think I'll leave it with lasagna. I have bread to put in the oven.