Of Chamber Pots and Strip-Cut Doughs

I will now forever crave the wonderful homemade lasagna that has been served to me by my bestie's mother. Ounces of cheese topping a masterpiece of layers of pasta sheets flooded in delectable meat and tomato sauce, steaming hot from the oven, adept for a toothsome lasagna experience unparalleled to any I've ever had thus far.

Was it, perhaps, the amount of cheese scattered so excitedly, by so many hands? Was it the perfect combination of hot pasta and sauce which melted so willingly in one's mouth? That will remain a mystery of what is, undoubtedly, the closest encounter one would have to an authentic Italian dining experience.

Looking back upon it, I'm becoming quite the Italian food connoisseur.