I don't want it

I have had a food craving for months now. Problem: I don't know what it is that I want. Strangely (for me) it is something savoury.  I know that it is something I have not had for a while. At first I thought it might have been fried rice, then a salad roll, then Mum's mash, a vegemite sammich or Bovril on toast.  I was wrong. It is none of these things.

Multiple people have been talking lately about lasagna - my nephew, people at work, the local barista. I used to make a mean vegetable lasagna - rich tomato sauce, roasted pumpkin, corn and my special fried mushrooms. So, I wondered whether this was my craving.

So, over the last two nights (it is birthday week, after all) I made my lasagna. It is always an effort as there is a sequence. The pumpkin has to be roasted and the sauce needs at least an hour on the stove for the herbs to meld into the tomatoes. Then there's the careful compilation (it's all about the layers) followed by cooking time. In my opinion, lasagna should only ever be made with fresh pasta sheets - they have a different flavour and are totally worth the additional expense.

As soon as it was cooked I knew it was not what I wanted. It looks delicious, contains only ingredients I like and (as all food should be) was made with love.  But it is not what I am seeking.

The quest continues.