I'm retired, that doesn't mean I don't work. It just means I don't work for someone else. I get to choose how to spend my time. I've lived in Southwestern, Arizona for 30 years. I have been married for 42 years(to the same man). We have three grown sons. I like to cook. I like to garden. The two go hand in hand. I also enjoy paper filigree (quilling) and decorative sewing--small projects. I'm building my dream garden. When I step out the back door, I'm there. garden. I love it. But, when it's 100 degrees outside and everything is drooping and wilting, I can hardly bear to look out the window from noon until dusk. I love to prepare and serve the foods that I grow. I love Thanksgiving. I love baking cookies for Christmas. Everyone loves my Lasagna. I make good Lasagna, but I've honestly tasted better. I think this is one of those "Mom loves us" comfort food things. My grown sons and their friends remember me driving to the big city and making them dinner several times a year when they first left home. All these guys have families of their own now. They still live within 30 minutes of each other. And, occasionally when I'm visiting my oldest son, these guys still get together and I make lasagna--lots of it. Ah what's a mother to do? I soak up all the love and feel wonderful for weeks. Well there was that time I was heating a huge pot of sweat socks on the stove because the hot water heater died and I just didn't feel like driving to the laundromat. I was also making vegetable soup. I peeled five potatoes, cubed them into bite sized pieces, and added them to the pot of socks. I saved the soup with noodles. I composted the potatoes. I wrung out the socks and threw them in the washer. I swear there was something about the potato starch in that hot water that helped whiten those socks.