Happiness Defined: Lasagne

Tonight is the final night for one of my flatmates, who is moving home to Wales tomorrow. In honour of the event, I cooked him a vegie lasagne (him being a vegie fella) and it turned out not too badly!

'Leeks' became celery, and 'cream' became blue top milk. My other flatmate was out for the night, but our neighbour came round and shared in the feed, giving it a 10 out of 10 when he had finished, stuffed (he then had to go back next door and chow down some tuna pasta his girlfriend had made - bugger).

Not before I cracked out some NZ chocolate that my sister had brought back from NZ on her recent trip home, and some Grant's whisky that had been sitting in the freezer during Lent. So now, my flatmate is finishing packing, I'm sitting in my room with my new amp and speakers playing some Doobie Brothers.

So, glass of whisky in hand, music to ear, lasagne in stomach.. happiness defined???

Not bad for my all-time first attempt at lasagne (consequently, we have two lots of mince in the freezer - I forgot to leave the meat out this morning before going to work, and bought some fresh stuff tonight, not having worked out how I would divvy up between 'vegie lasagne' 'meat lasagne'...

I have NZ easter eggs in the freezer. Luverly. Last day of work tomorrow for the long weekend. Supoib.

I need to call my parents.