… or Delia Smith or Nigella Lawson! (Well, if you’ll believe that, you’ll believe anything…) I’m getting seriously worried. You see, it all started off so innocently – with tacos evening on Monday. Yes – I had to defrost the tacos quorn and put it into a saucepan! I warmed the tortillas in the oven (OK – they were in there for too long and had turned into crunchy toast.) I even mashed a couple of avocados and called it guacamole.
Then yesterday, Anklebiter #1 wasn’t feeling too well – and as it is winter break over here – I let her watch TV and then made banana pancakes for brunch. From scratch. I repeat – from scratch. With flour and eggs and stuff.
Exhausted by the concentration it took not to burn anything too much, I was ready to collapse and serve sandwiches for tea. Or even better – let the anklebiters fend for themselves. (I mean – they’re 5 and 7 so old enough to cook a three-course meal, aren’t they?) It was not to be. Anklebiter #1 wanted to cook with mama: because it’s fun and you never know where the food is going to end up.
The simple soup I suggested turned into veggie lasagne, with something that resembled a cheese sauce … I think. I’ve never made cheese sauce before. Is it supposed to be lumpy? How long does it take before it gets thick? And why were those flour lumps sticking to the bottom of the pan?
I suppose it might have helped if I had actually measured out the ingredients instead of guessing wildly.
I layered the tomato sauce with the cheese sauce and the lasagne thingies and then put sprinkled cheese on top. I decided to have a well-deserved blogging session while it was cooking in the oven.
It was not to be: was the top supposed to be a huge bubble? Is cheese meant to expand like that? Lid on or off? (On – keeps the burnt smell in.) And why was the top of the sauce that funny black colour?
The verdict? We made enough lasagne for six people, but the kids and I ate the whole lot! (Sir Pe was out of flame-throwing distance at a meeting.) So, actually, burnt top and lumpy bottom notwithstanding – (you do realize I am referring to the lasagne, right?) – it was a success!