|Do it for your stoner roommate|
Today, in the same vein, I share with you a pensive reflection of one man's battle with the decision to bake a lasagna.
Written by the very funny comedian and writer, Matthew H. Davis.
Having first baked lasagna an entire year and a half ago, I’ve recently come to the conclusion that baking lasagna isn’t for me.
But hey, before you make any assumptions about my taste in cuisine, hear me out.
I first tasted lasagna when I was still in high school, and it was magical. Super cheesy. Fresh ricotta. I enjoyed lasagna for ten whole years… until, well, I decided I better learn how to make my own. Hehe. And from personal experience, if you want to take the step into baking lasagna, I think it’s imperative that you’re goddamn sure you love it. It’s truly makes all the difference. :)
Yet, falling deeply in love with the idea of baking my own lasagna – regardless of the fact that I adored it – didn’t exempt me from anxieties of baking for myself. The nearer the ingredients and I came to the actual baking, though, the more I was paralyzed with fear. What if it wasn’t cheesy enough? What if I burned the top? Was it lasagna truly right for me?
Then, one dreary, fateful night, I shared these thoughts and concerns with my dad.Perhaps many of us have these moments in our lives, when time slows down, when every other moment in your life, you realize, was just leading to this moment – and it made complete sense – that I was supposed to have this conversation.
It’s burnt in my memory like scorched lasagna in a regular ass – non-stick-free – pan.
With a knowing smile that only a father, who’s enjoyed countless lasagnas in his lifetime can have, he said, “Matt, you’re being selfish. So I’m going to make this easy for you: Baking lasagna in the oven isn’t for YOU, you dickhole. You don’t bake lasagna for your own happiness; you bake lasagna to make other people happy. You’re baking lasagna for deadbeat roommates. But not just the people that will be there to enjoy your masterfully baked lasagna, no, but for the side dishes. What would they be without the lasagna? Your lasagna? Baking the lasagna isn’t for you. IT’S NOT ABOUT YOU. Baking lasagna is about the people you’re baking the lasagna for, Matt. And the side dishes.”
It was then, that something changed inside of me. A moment of clarity, if you will. I knew baking lasagna was what I wanted. I realized then I wanted to make my stoner roommates smile, to make them happy for days with leftovers. I hadn’t thought about the side dishes, I wanted to be a part of something bigger, an entire dinner. And thinking about all the times I’d seen other people liking lasagna, I knew that it was time.
My father’s advice was shocking to me. It went against the grain of today’s philosophies, that if you don’t want to bake lasagna, if you don’t think that will make you happy, that you can just go out to OLIVE GARDEN and buy some of their lasagna.
I had been selfish, what about my roommates, only one of whom has a real job. What about the future side dishes.
Baking a cheesy ricotta smothered lasagna isn’t about you. It’s about the stoner roommates – their wants, their needs, their hopes, their dreams. Selfishness demands, “what’s in it for me?,” while Dr. Love asks, “What can I bake for you?”