Sometimes I just get a yearning to close the garden gate, put out the "Nobody's Home" sign, tie on my apron, put on Carly Simon "I Only Have Eyes For You",and make pasta.... it's the best.
I think I already told you that I come from an italian farm family. So there was always pasta making going on at our house.
Aunt Rose's Lasagna Pasta:
1 cup flour 1 egg Salt
For each cup of flour, add 1 egg and pinch of salt. Knead well and roll through a pasta machine into the thinest setting.
Meat Sauce: 1 1/2 pounds ground beef 1 pound italian sausage broken into pieces 1 onion, diced 1 carrot, diced 2 tablespoons olive oil 1 clove garlic, minced 1 small can tomato paste 1 cup red wine 1 large can San Marzano tomatoes or Muir Glen organic Basil Italian parsely Salt and pepper
Brown onion and carrot in oil. Add sausage and stir 2 to 3 minutes. Add ground beef and cook till browned. Add garlic, wine and tomato paste. Measure 1 empty can of tomato paste with water and add to the meat. Stir. Add tomatoes and season. Bring to a simmer and cook slowly 2 to 3 hours, stirring occasionally.
Mix together 1/2 pond ricotta 1 pound mozarella,grated 1 egg Minced fresh italian flat leaf parsley
5 tablespoon butter 4 1/2 tablespoons unbleached flour 4 1/2 cups milk 1/4 cup heavy cream Salt and pepper
In a saucepan over medium heat melt the butter. Add the flour. Stir and cook 3 to 4 minutes. Add the milk gradually and stir with a whisk till smooth. Simmer about 7 to 8 minutes. Season to taste with salt and pepper
Fill a large pot with water and bring to a boil. Add a tablespoon or so of salt. When boiling add lasgana noodles. Cook for about 30 seconds, drain and rinse in cold water. Dry noodles. Set aside.
In a lasagna pan, layer: tomato sauce, lasagna noodles, ricotta filling and bechamel sauce. Repeat process, ideally having about 5 to 6 very thin layers. Bake at 350 degrees for 40 to 50 minutes or till hot and bubbling.
the night will never stay, the night will still go by, though with a million stars you pin it to the sky; though you bind it with the blowing wind, and buckle it with the moon, the night will slip away like sorrow or a tune.