Don't people ever close their doors in America? Or is this an urban thing?
This reminds me of the reverse situation of Goldilocks and the three bears, where its the bear who takes the food
I don’t know that Connecticut is famous for fabulous lasagne. Perhaps the bear had inside information about gold bars hidden in the lasagne, and wanted to redecorate her cave?
(All I know is that crooked Louisiana politicians have been known to stash their ill-gotten gains in the shrimp creole before freezing it.)
As for closing the doors, on a beautiful Fall day in the Connecticut countryside, who wouldn’t want to throw open the doors and windows? Oh. You’re right. Goldilocks.
That's quite flattering for the lasagne's cooker!
As long as the bear doesn't damage the fridge or the door, it is still fun.
My sister used to make a lovely lasagna. It's the only Italian food I really miss eating.
Does anyone recommend the lasagne in any restaurants here? I’ll volunteer to try them!
