Every February Emily makes me watch Groundhog Day with her. Ten minutes into the movie I am always overcome with a feeling of dread. All those days to get through. I fear the tedium. I wonder if I can possibly stand to watch Andie MacDowell for an hour and a half. Which brings me to lasagna.
We had been talking about making lasagna for months now. Saturday was the day. I called Emily to see what time she was coming over. She suggested 7. I started to panic. Having read this, I feared we would be still be rolling out noodles at 4 in the morning. We decided to make it 5. We had also been talking about making cheese, and I figured if we were going to spend twelve hours making lasagna why not spend another hour making ricotta?
As it turns out making ricotta is very, very easy. 4 parts milk. 1 part buttermilk. Heat it up. Marvel at the curds that form right before your eyes. Drain.
We rolled out the noodles in less time than it took to boil a pot of water. We tried to go all the way up to 7 on the pasta machine but the dough started to rip. 6 was thin enough. We wondered if we’d like to do this for a living. We layered the noodles with tomato sauce, our delicious homemade ricotta, and some mozzarella from the farmer’s market.
In less than three hours we were eating. And it was so delicious. Perhaps the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten. Emily said, “Before I had this lasagna I was so sad. Now I believe in God.” We had seconds, then thirds. We watched Groundhog Day, which I guess is an ok movie despite Andie MacDowell.