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easy spinach and ricotta lasagna

lasagna

I don’t really believe in comfort food, maybe because I don’t have this weird relationship with food that some people do. I don’t eat to comfort myself, because something happened which made me feel uncomfortable, etc. I eat because I like cooking and I freaking love food. Though sometimes you eat something which makes you feel warm and dreamy. I definitely feel like that after eating this lasagna…

spinach and ricotta lasagna

lasagna

 

Easy Lasagna

Fresh lasagna sheets ( if you are adventurous you can make it from scratch but unless you are dating Jamie Oliver who you’d want to impress, it’s probably not worth the bother)

200- 300 grams of spinach

200 grams of ricotta cheese

salt

2-3 spoons of nutmeg

olive oil

tomatoes (chopped tinned ones are just fine)

basil

hard cheese, grated (cheddar is ok)

 

1. Saute spinach in olive oil.

2. Mix it with ricotta, nutmeg and salt.

3. Warm up the olive oil, add tomatoes, stir and cook until excess liquid evaporates. Season, add some basil at the end.

4. Layer spinach and cheese mixture in a buttered lasagna ovenproof dish, then the pasta sheets. Repeat till you run out of spinach and ricotta mixture. Layer the top with a pasta sheet. On top of that spread your tomato sauce and sprinkle grated cheese.

5. Bake in the oven ( 180 c) till cheese starts getting golden.

 

 

 

 

 

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About potatofaces

People who cook always go on about precious memories of childhood food one of their family members cooked, how daddy or nanny taught them the importance of cooking and eating together, and they still remember the comfort food they produced, amazing dishes whipped up by brilliant but humble cooks in their family. Well, let me tell you, it was totally different in my family. My mother’s family – totally useless as cooks, who could survive on bread and butter, cooked once a week a terrible, terrible meal, usually some kind of meat piece with lots of brown sauce. Also, they were never bothered about eating together. That’s maybe why most of them were depressed and suicidal. My mother followed that path and couldn’t really cook, and because I never wanted to eat meat, was warning me that ‘one day I will regret it’. Probably because my mother wasn’t into cooking my sister at the age of 12 took over and started producing amazing dinners and cakes. Well, luckily for me and her we weren’t that genetically doomed because apparently my father’s family were gifted in that compartment. I can only presume it was genes, as my father divorced my mother when my sis and me were little and he strongly believed that he also divorced us. So, we were growing up never having any contact with him and as a result, couldn’t learn how to cook from him. That’s why I believe the love of cooking ( and the ability) was just passed to us genetically. My father, short time before he died, unexpectedly felt an urge to contact us. First he gave my sister a mandolin (that’s another thing I know about him- he played a few instruments). My sister refused to talk to him, he then decided to contact me and wanted to spend some time with me. I didn’t want to, as he was a stranger to me (I was 11 or 12 at the time) but as I was promised I could leave whenever I wanted to, I went to the village he lived in. There I tried his mother’s cooking everyone was raving about. It was simple and amazing, I wish they were as family dedicated as they were at baking, cooking, making pastries, wine, tinctures, you name it. But I ate, drunk, and got bored of strangers who were my family and demanded to be let to go home. One of the last things my father said to me was that I should start learning English because I might need it one day, which I ignored for another 16 years… Because my sister was such a domestic goddess I wasn’t really bothered about cooking. I got hooked properly after my son was born and I wanted him to eat healthy and get everything he needed, especially that it wasn’t his choice to be a vegetarian (yet). And that is how the story begins…

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