Image by Greta Masiero from Pixabay, colorized by Deeann D. Mathews
“See, now, this right here is why God had to get the United States together and let us have civil rights,” nine-year-old Milton Trent was saying about what he knew was going on for dinner in both his house and the Ludlow house next door. “See, George, we can come to your house, and get regular lasagna that has white noodles and white ricotta cheese with some good white onions and tomato sauce for color, and then y'all can come over here today and get chocolate lasagne – made with Oreo cookies, chocolate pudding, and chocolate chips with a whole bunch of milk, cream cheese, and sugar to lighten it up. It's food integration!”
“Ain't it the truth,” Milton's eight-year-old sister Gracie said. “See, God knows what He was doing, and like Grandma Velma says, 'in the fullness of time'!”
Sgt. Vincent Trent, Milton and Gracie's father, put his head in his hand and just walked away … he could not make a serious explanation while laughing.
“Yeah, not being a racist is real good on days like this,” George said. “There's just food you can't get unless there is love across the color line, and being able to have lasagna and chocolate lasagne on the same day is just one of those things.”
“What we need to do is get Cousin Maggie and Mrs. Trent out to where all this rioting is going on,” George's ten-year-old brother Andrew said. “It is so bad that people have spent hundreds of years in this country fighting each other over just treating people decent and right, and if they knew how much better it was to work together.”
“I don't know about all that,” Milton's eleven-year-old sister Velma said. “See, my thing is, if you can't figure out something in hundreds of years, maybe you don't want to figure it out.”
All the children stopped to think about this for several moments
“Yeah, but, they haven't had Cousin Maggie's lasagna for dinner and then had Auntie Melissa's chocolate lasagne for dessert yet!” George's seven-year-old sister Amanda offered with a big smile.
“That's true, though,” Velma said. “There is hope yet!”
“Ain't it the truth,” Gracie said.
“As long as we get ours first,” George said. “I mean, we want to save the country, but we gotta save ourselves first!”
“That's true too,” Milton said, “because even though it is Saturday, whenever we have this kind of dessert, we gotta have all these extra vegetables.”
“Well, the good thing about real lasagna is,” George's eight-year-old sister Edwina said, “all those green vegetables are fashionable with the red and white of lasagna.”
“They make you do that veggie stuffing too?” Milton said.
“Look, we are almost turning into rabbits over here,” Edwina said. “Papa and Grandma were big on vegetables before, and Cousin Maggie loves making antipasto with a ton of vegetables, but Cousin Harry … this man measures our plates to make sure 50 to 75 percent of everything on it is green or some other color of veggies when we have things like lasagna!”
“And this is why before we save the country, we gotta save ourselves!” George said. “Before we have peace in the streets, we gotta have peace from all these vegetables!”
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Thank you so much ... when I read the real recipe, I thought about the way the Ludlows and the Trents eat ... and think ... they don't understand but they do understand...