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.
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.
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You say that as if it were a *bad* thing :-)
The thing with lasagne, is that it's a particular instance of a general class of "yummy things with pasta + sauce + cheese + meat". It's all refinements from there; sauces, different pastas, cheeses... for the last chocolate party, we made a fairly generic lasagne (a bunch of ground beef, ricotta, parmesan) with a normal red sauce... to which we added, mmm, 2 or 3 oz melted dark chocolate to 32 oz of red sauce, and a bunch of vietnamese cinnamon added to the chocolate. It was devoured :-) (and it was suggested that we add *more* spices next time.)
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Also, "without meat or cheese ..." gives it away, linguistically: it's still a lasagne because it's defined in terms of those ingredients, if only by their absence - otherwise it's a "very wide fettucini alfredo" :-) I'm including, for example, ziti casserole in the same class of substitutions.
(Had something last night called "Dessert Ravioli" - fried pastry pockets with molten chocolate and caramel inside. Served with ice cream because it would have been too sweet (!) without it. Mmmm.)
Mostly what I'm getting at is that this really is a fundamental "element" of dinner-food-cooking, which is very amenable to changing any and all parameters - it's a "safe" space to explore :-)
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I see the point, though, I think: this is a basic unit that is easy to mess with. Pasta plus red sauce plus cheese plus (optional) meat is pretty good no matter what you do with it. As long as the meat gets cooked. :-)
Dessert ravioli sounds really good. I'd want to opt out of the caramel (too sweet) but that sounds absolutely scrumptious. Now I want to make it. :-)
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