A Meal and a half --- A cooking carol

since it is Christmas i have decided to write this post in the style of Charles dickens, writer of probably the best Christmas story ever, this is my tribute.

Whilst walking into the local provisionary store, the single thought on my mind was of the delights in cooking one'self a Italian lasagna, the lasagna in question was a particular desire of mine throughout the week and i had planed to recreate the recipe used by the people of america and let the lasagna sit for a day till consumption so that the insides have a chance to congeal making a delightfully thick inside to it, but now as i browsed the supermarket, my basket gradually filling up with the various items , i saw the very ingredient that i required to complete my lasagna, the sheets of pasta them self, overcome with delight i rushed and picked up the very first box i could see, finishing my shopping having gathered the required ingredients, proceeding to the cashier, now exhilarated to make the feast for that nights late meal, i had already started counting my money, too existed to wait, this was building up to be a masterful dinner.

On arriving home i immediately turned the oven to it's maximum potential, this was key in preparing this bountiful meal, after a small time the kitchen was sinning, the aromas protruding delighted the senses, i could feel ones nose stretching forward to gather more of the heavenly sent, now that the preparation was completed the construction could begin, , now whilst layering the first set of pasta on the bottom of the dish i noticed that there were small black seeds baked into the pasta, this was the first time i had seen such a innovated way of improving the sheets, after slowly spooning the meat and cheese sauce on to the sheets and grating cheese on top to seal it i once again began the process of careful and precisely layer the sheets of pasta on top of the sause, once this stage was compleated i was relaxing with a drink when i knotice something was a miss, a pasta sheet was just moving every so slightly, then every so slightly more, then all of sudden emerging form within the lasagna was an ant, horrified i imediatly snaped the ant and discareded it into the bin, returning to the dish, my disgust was amplifiend to maximum copacity, for what i had mistook for seeds, were now wriggling about on top of the pasta, the sight sent me reeling, Mealworm lava infested the entire meal, shocked and dismayed i throw the dinner in the sunk and ran the tap to kill the tiny bugs, but in looking back to the counter i could see the wriggling all over the counter top, the box of sheets was infested by the things, and they were poring out, i had to stop one'self from vomiting, i expelled the box outside and exterminated them, and scrubbing every spot of the kitien, then had to clean one'self, i can still feel the wriggling on my skin to this very day.