It started with a casserole dish

I don't know much about cooking (or serious cooking anyway), but I do know it usually involves a casserole dish. That's my loose stereotype against oven-food... something I've surely learned from television.

Anyway, that's where I thought I would start tonight when I decided to attempt "serious cooking."

And though I couldn't find a way to search for recipes by type of cookwear, I did happen upon some directions for a seemingly impressive Spaghetti Bake.

And that's all it took.

Next thing I knew, I was wearing an apron, speaking french and bowing in front of a live TV audience.

I don't know what happened... it's like Martha Stewart and I switched places in time for thirty minutes. I was a different person.

But maybe that's just what happens when you use a casserole dish. Maybe it happens to everyone! Maybe I've stumbled upon a secret that grandmothers have been hiding for years!

Lots of questions here... that's for sure.

All I know is that I made this:


And it started with a casserole dish.