Let’s talk about Lasagna
One layer at a time
I know that the title alone will cause some controversy. I know the eagle-eyed lot of you will see the ‘a’ at the end of the line and think, “Ha! Gotcha.”
Therefore, before I leave my spelling to be pulled apart like the cheese in the thumbnail, I will present a short defence as to why I have chosen to spell lasagna with an ‘a’ instead of an ‘e’ at the end.
(Your honour, I’d like to submit this evidence to the jury:)
It is this Google search that screenshotted literally two seconds ago. I have not actually read the article, because I am a bad person (unlike you, dear reader, who I am sure will read my article until the end).
Ahem. Now with that formality out of the way, we can finally focus on what really matters: lasagna.
I think most people have fond memories of the lasagna their mothers used to make. That delicious, homemade lasagna. In fact, all my memories of lasagna are of it homemade.
It has now occurred to me that I have never ordered it from a restaurant. I have never dared to order it in public. Why? I mean, who would? Unless you’re the…
