Years ago, when we were first married, my parents-in-law came to have dinner with us. I was not really expecting them and had to make a hasty search through my cupboards to come up with something. My mother-in-law does not cook much, and both had heard my wonderfully sweet husband brag on my cooking. They were expecting a real treat.

Now, my father-in-law is a good old country boy. He loves food but hates spaghetti. The whole while I was in cooking, I kept hearing about the fancy stuff his other daughter-in-laws make. I was nervous. But, I had a large jar of Ragu Spaghetti Sauce, a pound of hamburger, a box of lasagna noodles and some cheese. I cooked up the lasagna noodles and the hamburger. Then, I put a layer of noodles, a layer of hamburger, a layer of Ragu and a layer of cheese, then I repeated it and baked it for about 45 minutes, praying the whole while. My father-in-law declared that he had gone to heaven. He had never tasted anything better!

Now, 20 years later, we were at my in-laws for a family get together. There were platters of ribs, and wonderful foods covering the table, and my "mock lasagna." The only food my father-in-law would eat was my special "lasagna" that he was delighted that I brought. I just love that man! And I thank God that I had that jar of Ragu that night so long ago.
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