How is the year going so far for you guys, as GREAT as frosted flakes, about as cool as digi-pets (you know, like it seems fun and exciting at first until you realize how boring it is after about 5 seconds), or maybe as lame as furbys…..? Sorry, don’t know why my inner 90’s kid is surfacing right now. I think it’s the new year making me feel older. I’m also sorry for those of you feeling really lost right now. Don’t feel bad, you kinda just had to be there.
You know what’s really surprising?… In all of my crazy cooking days I’ve only made a few lasagnas ever. I really don’t know why because when I do whip up a pan of it (or in my ginormous family’s case, two) everyone loves it. It’s actually one of Brock’s favorites and he’s probably the hardest to feed in my family #PickyLittleTurdbucket.
Ok, so this is totally unrelated to Brock but, do you see the salt and pepper grinders in the background? Yeah, those were a Christmas gift I got this last year. We’ve been looking for them forever since we moved here but they don’t seem to carry well-made ones anywhere. Plus, the few cheapy ones that we’ve seen are outrageously priced (especially since we know from past experiences that they’ll probably break after five seconds of usage). My mom knows me well enough to know I would get excited about shakers. Yep, that’s right guys I’m a super weird person. Instead of the typical stuff you’d want to receive for your last teenage Christmas, I asked for cast iron pans and antique dishes. I’m thinking that’s gotta be pretty unusual.
I used to be really fun and girly when I was younger. I liked making cute things to decorate my bedroom and making it feel all warm and cozy. I think after moving across the globe I lost that desire though. I guess it just seemed pointless to mess with changing rooms that I knew I wouldn’t be living in for very long. Currently my room is the most boring space of plainness and functionality. I spend very little time in it because I basically live in the kitchen. Hey, at least I’ll have a fully stocked kitchen when I move out someday (hopefully not that much time from now). My parents are awesome and went through extreme efforts to get me not just one, but a whole-stinkin’-enchilada set, of cast iron cookery and with all the chaos going on for New Year’s and wedding cake planning and life stuffs, I still haven’t used them yet! This is another one of those reasons why I should probably seek professional help for my mental disorder.
So as for this lasagna, it’s a pretty basic recipe except for the fact that I sub the typical ricotta with a cheese mixture/bechamel sauce of my own. Mostly because ricotta is hard to get here, but also because the kiddos don’t like it as much with the ricotta. I also like to add the mild heat and awesome flavor of chipotles to the mix. You can add heat to your own personal taste if you like it hotter but I try to keep it pretty light on spice so that the heat-wimps (that group includes me most of the time) will eat it too.