For half this week I've subsisted on nothing but lasagna and dill pickles. I had lasagna for my birthday at a restaurant on Sunday and got one to-go for dinner the next day. However, on the way home my friend's wife called me up and said she made me a 15x10 pan of lasagna for my birthday present, so I picked that up, cooked it, and ate that on Monday and Tuesday (the to-go lasagna from the restaurant didn't make it past Sunday night - that was my 2nd dinner at like 10pm). Yesterday morning I was feeling hungry but I didn't have time to cook the last big chunk of lasagna, so I ate it cold right out of the fridge. It was still fucking delicious.
Now I'm a bit sad that I have no more lasagna, but on the flip side I was probably heading towards a heart attack.