LASAGNE HEAVEN

One of my great food loves is lasagne, the true glory of which was revealed to me on a day I shall never forget:

Five-ish years ago I was invited with a group over to an old school friend's place for dinner. While our paths don't cross much nowadays, I will always remember this friend's seemingly effortless and intuitive cooking style, and of anyone my age I know, I consider her the best.

For dinner, my friend served a Vegetable Lasagne which was indescribably amazing, so amazing it's been elevated to a proper noun in my vocabulary. It was Lasagne Heaven, without a doubt, although strangely enough, I was the only one that seemed to notice. Silly other people. Maybe if they paid more attention to the lasagne, the Monopoly board wouldn't have gotten thrown.

I made my feelings about VL so clear that my friend eventually packed up the leftovers in a Tupperware container and insisted I take them home (probably half because she's generous and half to shut me the heck up). I ate those leftovers with great zeal the next day for breakfast, lunch and tea and felt quite glum when they were gone, inevitable after being on a lasagne high all day. Official Best Leftovers Ever.

Since that day, I have been enraptured by lasagne. I have never managed to emulate VL, but I try, and my lasagnes have evolved over time to be completely tailored to my tastes, ie. double the Bechamel sauce and criminal amounts of four varieties of cheese.


And now for my Grand Plan:

When I am completely better and back to my normal food-worshiping self, I am going to celebrate by clawing my way back to Lasagne Heaven by making and eating The Greatest and Best Lasagne of All Time.

I may even incorporate a fifth cheese*, who knows, but it will be The Greatest, and if it is not The Greatest, I will make another one, and if that isn't The Greatest, I will make another, and another, and I will start dashing them aside in a manic rage until finally, I will have created THE GREATEST AND BEST LASAGNE OF ALL TIME AND THEN I WILL EAT IT FOR BREAKFAST, LUNCH AND TEA UNTIL IT IS FINISHED!!!!

And now back to the real world, where I will bake the best lasagne I can and eat a piece of the leftovers for lunch the next day.

Alright, I am going to eat the leftovers for breakfast, lunch and tea so kill me.



The Vague Recipe for The Greatest and Best Lasagne of All Time

Meat Sauce
Chop an onion.
Saute in butter with 2 cloves of crushed garlic until soft.
Add 750g best quality minced beef until browned.
Add 2 cans of diced tomatoes, 2 tbsp tomato paste, salt, pepper, a tsp sugar, a dash of red wine, spices, fresh oregano and basil and a couple of bay leaves.
Simmer for half an hour.

Bechamel Sauce
Melt 4 tbsp butter.
Stir in 1/3 cup flour and cook over low heat for 1 minute.
Gradually stir in a litre of milk and continue stirring over medium heat till it boils and thickens. Add more flour (mixed with milk) if necessary to thicken further.
Stir in a large handful of grated tasty cheese, plus cracked black pepper and a sprinkle of nutmeg.

To Assemble
Layer meat sauce, instant lasagne sheets and Bechamel sauce until used up, but include somewhere in there a layer of mozzarella cheese and a layer of ricotta cheese mixed with an egg and possibly some spinach.

Decadent Topping
Pour cream over the whole thing, sprinkle with abundance of grated mozarella, parmesan, cracked black pepper and dried mixed herbs.

Bake in moderate oven for 20 mins covered with foil and 25 mins without foil until golden or you can't bear it any more.



*Note: I have heard rumour of a mysterious 'Camembert-topped lasagne' made by one Cooking Idol I know. If anyone has any information about this enigmatic delicacy, particularly family members, contact one of my people. Your security can be 100% assured.


THE CROWN OF INDIA

After 24 weeks, food and I are finally back on speaking terms. I can't say we're all good just yet, as we still have our moments of tension, but things are much better than they were. I can't say I'm not scared that things will never be the same again between us *sniff* but the healing process is beginning.

The healing process was aided last night by a visit to the Crown of India in Watton St. Werribee. A lovely friend of mine raved so much about the Lamb Seekh Kebabs that I decided I simply must risk braving the restaurant world again and just hope the internal members of my body would behave themselves. Which they did, and were rewarded accordingly.

Food
We ordered Banquet #1 which included

pappadoms and chutneys
three entrees (including aforementioned Lamb Seekh Kebabs)
three mains
rice
raita
naan bread
choice of dessert

so we could sample as much as possible. The quantity was plenty to fill you up but not over-the-top, and the now twice aforementioned Lamb Seekh Kebabs were indeed deliciously tender.

Service
Polite and lovely.

Atmosphere
Lighting is soft and ambient, very nice. Saturday night at 9pm was packed, so between the lovers tiff about appropriate text messaging on our left and the man standing with his butt within centimetres of my right elbow for 20 minutes, I started to feel a teeny bit claustrophobic. I myself would prefer a moderately quiet Thursday, but if you like that kind of boisterous dinner atmosphere, Saturday's the night. It's obviously a popular place.

How compares it to the Roast?
I do prefer my fave dishes at the Roast to what we had last night (as well as the more homely, intimate atmosphere) but the Crown of India reminded me more of the food we ate in Delhi and I can't really explain how or why. The texture of the curries maybe? The garnishes? I don't know.

Company
I took my favourite dinner companion in the world who, whether I casually suggest a decadent banquet, float the idea of sharing his meal too please, or propose that maybe it would be best to order a heckload of dessert now, his answer is always a resounding, 'of course.'

Overall dining experience: 4 stars. It's good.