Lasagna

Welcome to the latest installment of CJ Feels Stupid In The Kitchen!

This time it's lasagna, a dish even I cannot usually screw up. I decided to add Italian sausage, not in the sauce, but just adding it in between the sauce and the cheese. I made all the layers and remembered to leave a big bunch of mozzarella to put on top. I'm so smart.

When I grated that mozzarella, I took a good chip off the base of my thumb, a minor but painful goof I haven't made for years. Considering that I know better than to serve this to anybody but myself, I figured this attempt was just barely still a success. I spread out the cheese prettily.

Then I noticed the other two-thirds of the sausage, still waiting. Dangit. The only layer I remembered to put sausage on was the bottom one. So I dumped that large pile of crumbled sausage on above the cheese, pressing it down in the hopes the cheese would sort of bubble around it. Durrr. It's going to look like pizza.

But the whole thing is baking now, and mmm the smell. I adore Italian sausage.

I better get cracking if I want bread today. This will be the first time I ever try rye.

I'm dying here.

Of bliss; I'm dying of bliss. Fresh-baked rye bread and gruyere/emmenthaler Swiss fondue. I can now authoritatively state that dying of bliss is not a bad way to go.

(No, I didn't make fondue yet. This was the very last bit of the previous batch of fondue. I'm not at all fond of my cheese grater right now.)