Okay, I’ve gotta put it out there. This isn’t the best lasagne ever made, well not by my book. I mean it’s damn tasty but not the one and only. Don’t let my sister hear that though. I’d be labelled a traitor. Blasphemous. Insane. You see, this lasagne is her ‘meal to eat before I die’. It’s cheesy, it’s tomatoey and it has four, yes four, layers of pasta. Her kind of heaven. And no matter what I cook, nothing quite lives up to it. It’s become common for me to ask “what did you think of….?” and for her to reply “well, it was alright but not as good as lasagne”. Attempting to create something that surpasses the ‘holy’ lasagne is daft. It just won’t happen. Despite her slender frame, I’m almost positive that my lil sis is a true reincarnation of Garfield. You can virtually hear her purr after downing a slab of lasagne. Continue reading
Taste Without Waste 