approaching vapid with periodic bouts of genius
Oh god... it's in the oven...
I bought what ingredients I figured were in it, went home, foodnetworked around for recipes, and they were all too... foodnetworky (read: Why the hell would you use tortillas in lasagna. Especially when you don't have any tortillas) so I said to myself, "Guess what, bitch. You are one kick ass mutha and you're gonna make it up."
So I did.
I figured 400 was a good number, you know, temperature-wise.
I figured 30 minutes sounded about right.
I have, let me look at my cheapo Vegas watch, none minutes left. I'm gonna go see now.
Fortunately I did have the forethought to cook the pasta beforehand, but not COMPLETELY.
I hope I like it, because it's my dinner. Fear not, however, dear readers, for I also bought a frozen lasagna thingy just in case I suck at this. But I totally don't suck. Micky Mouse is my middle name.
One more question: do you get that Micky Mouse thing if you're not from my family?
Okay, I'll keep y'all posted.
Just took it out, letting it set. It smells and looks DEE-LISH! I think this just might not be horrifying. Anyone want to come over for dinner? I have wine too...
Okay I'll keep you posted. (How psyched are you that you chose to spend 3 minutes of your life reading THIS, btw.)
(You're welcome.)
Okay, ummmm, I don't want to be an asshole? But this is the best fucking lasagna I've ever had in my life.
Okay time for Heroes.