That is, the legendary lasagna debt.
Mum made a lasagna the night I was born and she never got any of it because she went into labor. Dad took it to work and his coworkers and him ate it.
She's jokingly blamed me ever since, every single birthday. I've been hearing about it as long as I can remember.
No more.
I followed all of her insane rules: It had to be homemade, from scratch. It had to be completely made by me, with no help from anyone. It had to be an actual lasagna with lasagna noodles.
She's telling me now that she doesn't remember any kind of debt. Wasn't she the one who reminded me just yesterday (again) that I had yet to pay this off?
Take that, Mom. Debt paid in full. I don't want to hear that I didn't pay it yet next year, because the proof is in the 13x9 pan, the sauce, the cheese, and the two hours I spent putting the blasted thing together. And the picture I took. And the contract I'm making you sign so that we can't dispute this later...
Whereas,
I, Rebecca Le Koshak, on the night of April 22nd, 1986, did as a result of my birth, incur the debt of one homemade pan of lasagna to my mother, Diane Marie Koshak-
Whereas,
For the last 24 years and one day the debt has stood-
And therefore note-
That this day, the 23rd of April, 2010, note that I, Rebecca Le Koshak, did pay the debt in full to my mother, and I do apologize meaningfully for timing my birth so badly and ruining your lovely lasagna dinner.
So says me. I'm getting it framed.
Ta,
Bec
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