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Making a lasagna from scratch is one of those hallmarks of adulthood that I always feel like I should know how to do, but I’m reluctant to even try it. (Some of the other things in that same category include consistently moisturizing my neck, realizing that I need a retirement plan other than my Princess Diana Beanie Baby, and flossing.)
I just can’t imagine a time when I would either want or need to spend two-plus hours making sauce, layering noodles, and spreading ricotta cheese — partially because I’m lazier than a heavily sedated tree sloth, and partially because restaurants exist.
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