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This staying up till midnight and getting up at the buttcrack of dawn thing? Yeah, it’s for the birds. But M and I made one hell of a lasagna. So that’s pretty cool.
We crawled out of bed around 2pm yesterday. We’d been up the entire night before fucking in the new day, as we so often do on the weekend. This weekend was a 2-fer, as my dad used to call them. Two nights in one weekend. A spoiled slut I am.
By the time we’d both shit, showered and shaved it was nearing four. And we still had to carry our asses to WalMart.
Twenty minutes for dispatch to answer the phone. Twenty minutes for the cab to show up. Ten minutes to actually get where we were going. Fifty-five minutes later, we were ten miles up the road and shopping for our supper.
We had a very specific list, but we never stick to them. Ever. While so many swear by list shopping, I suck at it. I was going to give it an actual try using the store’s layout and everything but… they changed the store around completely (No lie. As in, new flooring and everything. The pet department is now in infants right next to the bread and chips which used to be next to frozen foods. Weirdos.) and I forgot to make my snazzy new menu.
What? How much can a girl be expected to remember when she’s still floating in subspace from two nights of vigorous, violent, AMAZING sex?
So we just… mounded the cart. I mean, we did have a tentative list and got everything on it. But we certainly got a lot of shit not on it, too. And, oddly enough, we didn’t spend anywhere near what we thought we did. But that’s cause I is are be smart. With everything Master touched, I’d say, “Do we have to have name brand? Is it okay if we buy generic? It’s $X.XX cheaper.”
WalMart’s cheating, though. They’re changing all their packaging to look so cheap you think you’re getting the best bargain around.
We got home around 6:30. The lasagna (cause I also had to put all those groceries away which required cleaning out the cabinet and fridge) wasn’t finished until 9:30ish. And then, we each took a bite and came right there. This is, hands down, the best lasagna I’ve ever tasted. Better, even, than Macaroni Grill, Olive Garden and Cheesecake Factory combined. Seriously. I actually feared for M’s sanity at tasting food this good. Read more…
I am the queen of finding recipes that sound good and fiddling with them until they taste the way I want them to. Stuffed shells is no different. It’s so easy and so good and I’m so damn particular that i just had to change it up a bit.
For starters, the sauce (I still haven’t found a decent completely-from-scratch sauce recipe.) didn’t call for tomato paste. Which might be good for some people, but Master and I like our sauce really thick and chunky.
So here’s the final draft (sort of) of the recipe I use. Naturally, I still fiddle with spices and amounts sometimes depending on the flavor I’m looking for. But it’s damn good just like this. Read more…