Last night we had ‘company’ in the form of an overworked, underappreciated and carefully casual youth pastor type. Therefore delicious eats were required.
I have an inability to ever use or follow recipes, mostly I just think of them like a horoscope – eg an amusing, nonsensical jumble of words that assures me that I will find love and happiness. It’s always right.
Given that I am currently experiencing a prolonged aubergine fetish, I decided to rock an awesome lasagne surprise feat. aubergine and red wine.
This is what the journey looked like: