friday feast: heidi mordhorst’s lasagna factory

#5 in the Poetry Potluck Series, celebrating National Poetry Month 2011.


Chances are very good that if you drop in unexpectedly at Heidi Mordhorst’s house, you won’t go hungry.

After flashing her beautiful smile and serenading you with “Fields of Gold,” she’ll pop open her amply stocked freezer, take out a pan of homemade lasagna and toss it into the oven. 


Then, while you’re waiting for this symphony of tomato sauce, mozzarella, ricotta, crushed tomatoes, roasted eggplant, Italian sausage and spinach to emerge all bubbly-oozy and garlicky from its fiery kiln, she’ll recite the poems she contributed to the just-published Life in Me Like Grass on Fire: Love Poems (Maryland Writers’ Association, 2011).

Squisito! *kisses fingertips*

Ever ready with poetry and pasta, busy working mom Heidi likes to be prepared for visitors, whether they be two or twenty. Her food is so delicious you’ll probably eat everything in sight.

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