Devonne Brown

“Do you remember when we had dinner in that old house in the woods on the farm?” Ruby asked as she took the pan of lasagne out of the oven. 

Alan smiled. “Yeah, you wore your prom dress and I wore my sport coat. Mom made lasagne for us. We took it to that little old house and had a picnic there.”

Ruby remembered spending the day with Alan and a broom sweeping cobwebs and dust out of the two room cabin at the edge of the farm. The main room had a fireplace. They’d put candles all around it, and set up a table with a white linen table cloth and folding chairs in the middle of the room. 

“Your mom was great for indulging us. She made us lasagne to take out there that night, so we could have a romantic picnic in the woods in a candle lit cabin. She even taught us to waltz so we could dance properly,” said Ruby.

Ruby pulled the hot pan of lasagne from the oven and sat it on the counter.

“I wonder if that old cabin is still standing? It’s been at least fifty years since that night,” said Alan. He got a fork from the drawer and stuck it in the corner of the lasagne where it wouldn’t be noticeable, and pulled out a chunk of the steaming hot noodles and sauce.

“I started out using your mom’s recipe, but it’s morphed into mine over the years. How does it taste?” asked Ruby.

“It makes me want to waltz in candle light,” he said.