bazahnya

When Audrey hops into the car after school, she usually pelts me with a million pieces of information. "Look at my homework. Mrs. Holom sent you a note. So-and-so got in trouble today." You get the picture.

Today's bit of info included, "Oh, tomorrow for lunch there's no bazahnya (lasagna). The noodles didn't turn out really good."

I laughed out loud. First, Audrey wouldn't dare eat hot lunch -- ever. Second, I've heard CK's food is fairly good, but I find it hard to believe that the cafeteria is making its own noodles. Or are they? My how things have changed...