I was cooking last night. Its something I enjoy, the laydee of the house also enjoys it, as its generally “interesting” and rarely something she’s eaten before.
On Saturday night we’d had some friends round for a drunken evening and she’d made some mini lasagne’s as snacks. I’d been in the kitchen while she’d made them, and had followed her actions with interest.
Now it was my turn, the minced beef and mushrooms and other such stuff were cooking away, the cheese sauce was made and the dried lasagne sheets were already out of the packet. I’d seen her throw them into hot water for a few minutes and then into the small muffin cases, so, into the hot water they went.
The Creuset dish was next to the hob in preparation. The first layer of the beef mix went in, topped with a layer of the cheese sauce. Now for the lasagne sheets and onto the second layer.
They didn’t seem to want to play.
Hmmm, clearly I’ve done something wrong here. More hot water was prepared, back in they went. I’ve probably not left them in long enough. Five minutes later out they come.
They still had no wish to comply with my requirements.
The laydee of the house is French and speaks very little English. Having lived with me for a few years though, she knows every single Anglo Saxon curse there is, and she could hear them all, sat in front of the telly in the front room.
She ventured in to see if she could help, and immediately collapsed into a heap, a giggling wobbling mess on the tiles.
When she’d finally composed herself, she explained that she’d put the lasagne sheets into the hot water, individually, as she needed to shape them into the muffin cases. For a standard, common or garden regular lasagne, one takes the dry sheets and places them directly into the dish.