Last Sunday was Father's Day. My mom is in Ireland with her cousin. At my parents' house, she's the cook. So for the past two weeks, Dad has been eating Bachelor Chow. He's always been willing to eat my experiments, so I decided to feed him a few times this week. For Father's Day, I made lasagna. Now, one of my rules of cooking is never to experiment on guests. Normally, I only cook tried and true recipes for my friends and family, because I know some of my experiments end up looking like
Klingon food, and sometimes they probably taste like it, too. But, I was having problems choosing the perfect dish to cook for my dad. He's the opposite of a picky eater, but I wanted it to be special.
I got it in my head that I would make lasagna. Prior to this, I had made lasagna once in my entire life. And that, according to the date stamp on my picture, was in June 2008. So pretty much three years ago. It was a spinach lasagna. My dad is a meat fan, so I decided to use a new recipe, thus violating my rule about experimenting on family.
After extensive googling, I decided to make
Michael Symon's lasagna recipe. I love Michael Symon, to the point where I happily fangirled all over myself when I went to his restaurant, Lola, with my husband and in-laws. Anyway, I picked his recipe because it wasn't super complicated. And it was
Michael Symon, how could it go wrong?!
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The lasagna looks awesome. But you should smell my house. And my hair. |
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This recipe seemed like it would make enough lasagna to feed a family of 25 for a month. But, somehow, it all fit into this dish. It's not deep enough to be a lasagna dish, but it's the most appropriate dish that I have.