Hub just left to get Zappa and bring him down here for his weekend help session with the college math. Oh, don’t look at me; I’m not the math teacher. Heaven help us all if someone depended on me for help with anything that had numbers in it.

Hub’s the math teacher. Algebra and College Calculus, and Trig, at the high school here, and college level algebra one night a week at the same community college where I teach. We’re a very teachy family.

Of course, neither of our kids would be a teacher for any amount of money; they’ve seen too much. They know how it engulfs and takes over one’s life like an octopus infiltrates a Disney submarine with its tentacles. They’ve also seen what lack of administrative support can do to a career, and how easy it is to let other people’s problems pretty much drown and drain and destroy a person. No teaching for either of them.

They’ve said, since they were little, that they would prefer a less stressful career, such as air traffic controller or mafia hitman or microneurosurgeon or UXB detonator.

Anyway. When Zappa comes home, it’s advisable to have plenty of food for him. Unfortunately, this has been a rather more-moneyless-than-even-usual week, and the cupboard is almost bare. Therefore, this weekend Momy will once again feature “Novelty Leftover Surprise.”

This weekend’s Novelty Surprise features an attractive lasagna, made with leftover rice, beans, onions, garlic, and hamburger, layered with all the cheese in the refrigerator but mostly Swiss, and two jars of spaghetti sauce, one with mushrooms and one without. Sprinkle chopped green pepper over it all, bake for 45 minutes at 350, and cross your fingers.

Fortunately, I had just enough lasagne noodles left after making Anne’s delicious Pierogie Casserole the other day for Belle.

If this strange lasagna is fit to eat, it should feed Zappa and Hub for the remainder of the weekend, with a few gaps filled in by lots of mashed grilled cheese sandwiches and fried eggs.

Hey, we never know till we try.