Lasagna

If we could grow noodles, darn near all of this lasagna would have come out of our garden this year.

Okay, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration.

But the tomatoes, chard and zucchini all came from the back yard.

While Julie and I enjoyed the fresh taste of the lasagna, Abbey decided to just pick through it patiently. She got more enthusiastic about eating a little later when Daddy took out the "brown chocolate."