There is something curious about a kitchen. It’s full of possibilities and intensely terrifying. The idea of a kitchen is a spectator sport: it’s fun to watch from the sidelines and I’m always cheering for the home team. My friend, Ree, sent me an early edition of her newest cookbook (which is delightful, by they way) that has served as some serious motivation to get in the kitchen. If she, and urbanite by birth, can conquer Osage I can conquer an urban jungle. I have zero excuses, you see. Grocery stores are popping up like Eastern Red Cedars.
With a plethora of kitchen additions and lasagna dish that has attempted delivery to the Haney house three times before arriving in one piece, it seemed only fitting it would be the first dish of twenty14.
If you're looking for a recipe, you're not going to find it here. Think of this as a review of a recipe. [Pioneer Woman's Best Lasagna]
This was simple, guys. I left work at 5:30, made this delicious masterpiece, and was warming up at the gym by 7:15. It was, however, messy. Honestly, that could have just been on me.
T, who is encouraging of my kitchen experiments, is impressively honest. Last night, he asked for seconds. I wish I could take credit, but Ree just makes it so easy. A picture book for cooking? Clearly.
Note: Although Ree did send me a cookbook, she never asked me to write this post. This recipe wasn't even in the most recent cookbook. Also, the online recipe and the recipe in her 2nd book (maybe it was the first) is slightly different. This is from the good old internet.