Happy anniversary, Bianca! And, as I cabled my sister Marie at the time of her wedding: many happy returns!
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As it happened, a truce was in place in time to pop the cork - we finished a bottle of Killawarra 1998 vintage bubbly with parmesan nibbles while Bianca's home-made lasagne sizzled in the oven...
The lasagne deserve a story of their own: Bianca had been taking our goose Monica's eggs away every second day as each was freshly laid, then blown out their contents to use for omelettes, cakes and finally, making pasta dough. She filled the shells with sand and taped them shut, then put them back in the rough nest outside the kitchen so that Monica would stop laying once she had a reasonable (for geese) clutch - rather than go on and on, as another of her gaggle had done before we hit upon this trick...
On the day Bianca made the lasagne dough and rolled it through her Italian pasta machine, a goanna ambled through Monica's nest and devoured all the sand-filled eggs. Perhaps the reptile was on a Limmits-type diet?
I raked the nest away, and Monica gave up trying. Instead, she returned to mating with her faithful (well, almost) companion Mucki in the pond outside the kitchen with great gusto, amid the enthusiastic shrieks of her one-year-old son Stubsy...
For days the sheets of goose-egg lasagne pasta hang along one side of the verandah, looking a bit like the dirty tea-towels left to dry next to them before washing.
But layered in a sauce of minced pork, tomatoes and herbs, alternating with cheese bechamel, these were the best lasagne I've tasted since eating lasag
(The next day was again devoted to engeulades and sullen silence...)
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