Aw, You Shouldn't Have

My Beloved's brother has a very nice wife. She is the mother of Jim, one of the By-the-Wind Sailors who stayed with us a few weeks ago on their way east. She was grateful for the bed we gave her son and his lady so, remembering that I had admired her Emile Henry casserole dish, she sent me one as a thank you.

Imagine!

Last winter, when we were mourning My Beloved's mother, Kim brought a delicious pan of lasagna to feed the crowds of people who came to bid that good lady farewell. When all had gone home, we were doing dishes and I remarked on how easily her lasagna pan cleaned up. I don't know about you, but I generally need dynamite and a jack hammer to get the cheesy cement off my pan when I make lasagna. This one didn't even require soaking and all the schmutz rubbed easily off.

So, here it is, pristinely white and perfect. It's so beautiful, I'm almost afraid to use it. Any suggestions for what I should make first to inaugurate such a lovely gift? Kim, you shouldn't have - but I'm so glad you did! Thank you!