It seems like it's been a long time, from that first spaghetti and meatballs dinner, to the lasagna that made the first blog post, and everything in between; in some ways it has been a long time. The weather has always been wonderful for our dinners and so with our first truly winter-like Sunday it seemed time to take a page out of Cy's book, "winter = tamales and italian". Comfort food. With the wind blowing and rain thundering down, even a bit of hail, it was time to get started. The same lasagna recipe and the same people, 8 months later.
The meat is almost done browning and the garlic smell has pervaded the kitchen, imagine what the three dogs in the house must be smelling! Wouldn't it be cool to have a dog's sense of smell, or hawks eyes, rabbits ears, the strength of an ox, it kinda' makes you wonder how these pink-skinned hairless creatures ever got to the top of the evolutionary food chain.
The sauce is done and the ricotta-egg mixture is mixed, the baking pan is greased and the oven is heating up. The Tulip Poplar outside is getting blown all over the place but in here it's warm, safe and smells really good.
The lasagna is layered; sauce, noodles, ricotta, Parmesan, sauce, noodles, ricotta, Parmesan, sauce, noodles, ricotta, Parmesan, sauce and mozzarella. It takes forever to layer one on top of the other, especially in our oval baking dish. Dad's slicing us an apple appetizer while the lasagna sits in the oven, the timer ticking down until time to eat.
Yum. It was a really good lasagna it was, meaty and cheesy and didn't flop and fall apart all
over our plates. The uppermost layer of cheese was really strong on top, crunchy and
wonderful, while underneath the cheese just pulled apart all gooey just like the cheese did on
last Sunday's pizza toasts. I was reminded why Garfield the Cat loves his lasagna so much.