I kinda put off writing this post. The food didn’t seen that appetising when the sun was shining outside. To be honest, the garden was more tempting than the keyboard there for a few days. I harbour a dream of waking up with green fingers one day, with a line of raised beds sprouting all we can eat, not a slug in sight. But in the meantime I have lots of herbs in pots, carrots & courgettes beginning to peek up and a rather ambitious red pepper growing on the living room windowsill. There are shoots, but the cats may scupper that. So while I plant, Dominic pushes one of 3 balls around the garden and the closest he gets to baby led weaning is trying to eat the plastic plant name markers out of the pots.
This morning we have April showers, baby is asleep, and talking about comfort food seems to fit the bill a little better than last weekend. I don’t cook things like lasagne that often. I’ve been served much veggie lasagne, some awful (probably in restaurants 10 years ago, and some lovely (my friend Paula’s). This time I decided to do it like a big dirty meat eater, except substitute quorn mince in lieu of normal mince.
I followed the basic packet instructions from the box of Tesco lasagne sheets, adding my own flourishes. I guess when I say flourishes, I mean red onion, peas & carrots & lots of dried herbs. I used 1.5 bags of quorn mince for the “meat”. Where I did differ is the white sauce. Trust Delia. Delia Smith & Darina Allen – if you want a basic recipe for anything at all, google it with either one of their names attached and you’re probably onto a winner. So I made Delia’s classic bechamel sauce (parsley & bay leaves from the garden – yay me!) and then added some grated cheese for extra fatty richness. Until Dominic is 2 I will use him as an excuse to add as much milky fatness and calcium loaded products to my cooking as possible.
This was a pretty messy one for The Eating. We’re still working on getting Dominic to use a fork with any dexterity whatsoever, so the pre loading is still the most popular way. He gets pretty stabby with his cutlery, most notably during spoon/porridge interaction, but with very little food ingestion as an outcome. Oh well, it’ll happen!
He *really* enjoyed this though, and could pull out strips of pasta, clumps of quorn mince, and pick up the ever popular peas. Served with garlic bread…winner!