It will come as no surprise to anyone who reads this blog or who knows me that I did the majority of the dinner cooking when I was at my parents' house over the Christmas and New Year's holidays. In some ways I didn't mind. It gave me a chance to flex my culinary muscles, which doesn't normally happen cooking for just one person, as I usually do. I also got to make those big batch kind of meals that feed the small army of folks who grew up in my household but which would mean I'd be stuck eating leftovers for weeks.
So, in addition to the Christmas dinner of
Roast Beef with Yorkshire Pudding and Horseradish Sauce, a batch of
Spaghetti and Meatballs, and roasted chicken, all of which provided great leftovers for several days, I also whipped up a batch of my mother's lasagna. Last year,
I wrote about how I wanted to see if this dish would stand up to some of the newer ones I'd come across as part of my
Recipe Box Project. Mom's won. It has that right flavor balance of robust tanginess from the tomato sauce, ooey-gooey comfort from the cheeses, heft from the pasta, and hearty meatiness from the sausages, with just a little bit of kick from the red pepper in the spicy sausage to keep the dish from being bland or boring. It's even better eaten the second day.
This year, when my brother mentioned that he should get the recipe so that they can make it when they are back home, I said, "Well, it's in the recipe card file." He replied, "Yeah, but that would mean I'd have to write it down." I countered, "It's on my blog." He responded, "It's just easier if you write it out for me." Actually, what he really meant to say is, "It's easier if you not only write it out for me step, by step [as you can see from the card there's just the ingredients listed, no instructions as to what to do with them], but also to make it, freeze it, and find a way to ship it to them ready-made." This is the same reaction I get to many of the recipes that my family wants from me (not to rat out my sisters and any particular cookie recipe or anything).
It was good to see that he, my sister-in-law, my tiny nephew, and my dad all enjoyed eating the lasagna. Devouring it might be a bit more accurate. Two-thirds of the pan was gone by the time dinner was over, with everyone, even the little guy, going back for seconds. This recipe is easily adaptable, too, which makes it work well as a family meal. Just throw together a green salad and some garlic bread to make it a classic Italo-American dinner. So, here you are little bro, I've written out the instructions for you as I made this last week, but I'm not flying out there to make this for you whenever you want to eat it.