The human female likes to…experiment… in the kitchen. Sometimes her little projects are edible. Other times, not so much. Today she’s been seized by the notion that she needs to make a “Mexican lasagne.” A what?
I guess it’s true that you can find anything on the internet, because she’s actually found a recipe. Sigyn, this could be interesting. Shall we observe?
Hmm. I don’t suppose she can botch boiling the water. But what’s that funny flower thing floating in the pot?
Oh. Just a reflection of the chandelier in the dining room. Too bad. That was probably the most interesting part of the dish.
Noodles next, I think. Right. Here they are.
Sigyn likes the ruffly edges. Bit frou frou for my taste. I’m a linguini man, myself.
Oh, now were are into the dead cow portion of the program. She’s using the nice grass-fed beef she found on sale. It’s a pretty ignominious end for such an illustrious ingredient.
Onion. I’m glad she’s not using fresh. I can’t bear to see Sigyn cry.
This should be amusing. She’d concocting a sauce. The bottled green stuff is something the human male got free for buying something else. Bet it’s worth what he paid.
Looks, um… not delicious.
Rats. She remembered to grease the pan. I was hoping for a real, baked-on mess!
Here’s a question for the sages of Midgard: Are lasagne noodles the size they are because they will fit perfectly three to a 9″ x 13″ pan?
Or are 9″ x 13″ pans the size they are because they’ll fit three noodles exactly?
Time for layers. Dead cow goes in first.
Ricotta cheese. That does not look like cheese.
Then Mexican cheese, more sauce, noodles again, meat, cheese, sauce. Repeat ad nauseam. In this case, probably literally.
While it bakes, we have time to go play. I think I’ll teach the felines how to climb on the kitchen counters.
Behold! The finished dish. Careful, Sigyn! It’s hot!
There’s an old mortal dictum that says, “There’s no such thing as too much cheese.”
I think that may be wrong.
(nibble, nibble) Well, it’s not horrible. The presentation’s going to be a little off, though, because I placed a little slidey spell on it. It won’t serve up in neat little squares. It’s going to slump over into an unappetizing, reddish-orange, noodly pile on every plate.
Fancy going out to eat?