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Verses from my Kitchen: Lasagna

February 27, 2011


There are a few meals that immediately conjure up images of my adolescence and dinner around the family table. My mom wasn't a gourmet cook, but she was a mighty fine one and some of her recipes did more than just feed a growing boy. When I see or hear about a certain food or meal today, I think about the way my mom used to make it. I also think about those moments frozen in time when I first experienced them. And those memories will live with me forever, or until they're stolen by old age.

When I was a kid I would bolt from the school doors after the final bell rang and race home. I'd push through my front door with the weight of the world released from my shoulders and throw my backpack down, run upstairs to my room and tear through my drawers looking for some play clothes to wear. I'd run back down the stairs, two by two, and right into the kitchen. I used to always ask what was for dinner because I was an inquisitive boy; that and I was always hungry. I knew it would be good no matter what, but if it was something like lasagna the anticipation would kill me.

Normally, I would head outside and play with the neighbourhood kids. We'd play kick the can or hide and seek or some other game and I would lose myself in the moment, doing what kids do. Before long my mom would be at the back door yelling dinner for all the kids to hear and I would pretend not to hear her so I could play one more game. One more time.


On lasagna days (made with pasta sauce, mozzarella and Canadian beef) my eyes would be focused on that back door waiting for it to open, my head continually revolving from the game to the door to the game. My friends used to ask me what was going on, wondering if I was in trouble and waiting for my dad to come home. I wasn't. I was waiting for my favourite meal to be served. They knew the feeling and been there before. On those days, I probably lost every game. My mind was elsewhere. And at the very moment the back door swung open, my feet hit the pavement and I was gone. In a flash. No time to say bye.

There was something special about the lasagna I grew up on. No fancy ingredients or special sauce. The pasta wasn't home made and the cheese was the grocery store variety. But the taste resonated with me through my youth and into adulthood. I can still turn the pages in my memory book and come across that lasagna and the taste and aroma as if I had it yesterday. I will never forget the flavour and the way it made me feel.

The lasagna I make today is different than hers was. That's neither good nor bad. It's just different. As we grow up and make our way, we tend to put our own stamp on things. I did that with this recipe and I love it just the same. My lasagna. There's a beautiful thing about progression and change.

One day hopefully my child will think about a food they grew up on. Like I do. They'll race home from school and ask their mom and I what's for dinner and when I say lasagna I'll notice the look in their eyes. I had that look. I lived through it.

From my kitchen to yours, happy eating!

* Here in Canada we're lucky to have access to high quality Canadian beef. Memories like this wouldn't be possible without great products like this beef. This lasagna was made with the type of beef I've grown up on. Great with burgers, but especially good in a homemade lasagna like this. All information on Canadian beef can be found here!

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At February 27, 2011 at 5:48 PM , Blogger A Thought For Food said...

Lasagna is one of those few things that I have a tough time making without my mother. I'm being completely serious. It's something I always associate with my childhood, something I'd help her make... and it's never as good when I make it myself.

Sure, it tastes fine... but I don't get the same joy, the same comfort, without her.

At February 27, 2011 at 5:53 PM , Blogger Michael Lewicki said...

Brian, it's funny how that happens. I have the same issues with food. There are certain things I set out to make knowing full well that it won't be the same. Something special in the process when you're a kid.

At February 27, 2011 at 6:29 PM , Blogger Diethood.com said...

This is exactly how I think, and feel, about moussaka... I always associate it with my mom and those carefree childhood days... coming home from school and peeking in the oven to see that yummylicious layered meal. Nowadays I always give her a call when I'm making it just in case that I forgot to add something to it. :)

Gorgeous photos!

At February 27, 2011 at 8:05 PM , Blogger Michael Lewicki said...

Kate, that's exactly it. Different food but same idea. I did the same thing when I made lasagna for the first few times. And thanks for the picture compliment.

At February 28, 2011 at 3:28 AM , Blogger Umm Mymoonah said...

I never get to slice my lasagne like this, I always end up in mess. This looks extraordinarily delicious.

At February 28, 2011 at 3:31 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

How amazing.Be it any part of the world, any sect, any religion, emotions like these remain the same.You took me back to memory lane when life revolved around school, my mom's kitchen and the playground.

Thanks for sharing. This recipe has found itself at the top of my to-make list.

At February 28, 2011 at 4:39 AM , Blogger Cherine said...


At February 28, 2011 at 7:52 AM , Blogger Lizzy said...

Mmmmmm...what fabulous lasagne!!!

At February 28, 2011 at 8:25 AM , Blogger Hungry Rabbit said...

Besides putting your own stamp on this family recipe, you have also show us how a cherished childhood memory can enrich our lives.

At February 28, 2011 at 12:29 PM , Blogger Michael Lewicki said...

Umm Mymoonah, thank you so much! Kindly.

Sliceofmylyfe, it's true isn't it? Funny how that happens. Thanks for the comment! Really nice.

Thank you Cherine!

Lizzy, thanks as always.Glad you thought that.

Ken, thanks for the comment. All those memories stick with us, right? Thanks again!

At March 1, 2011 at 12:27 AM , Blogger Shari said...

When we were little my sister used to love my Nana's lasagna and not like my Mum's - it was very odd because they used the same Coles Mince, the same jar of pasta sauce and even the same box of lasanga sheets...odd!

Right now I am living with my partners parents (who are Croatian) and they cook traditional meals that they enjoy but I do not - I joke with my partner that when we move out I will make salmon moose every Friday (as it's something that I grew up with and enjoy but he does not).

Family, food and traditions change and grow all the time :)

Shari from www.goodfoodweek.blogspot.com

At October 21, 2011 at 4:40 AM , Anonymous Food Safety Course said...

This is a brilliant recipe which I still enjoy eating. I always have a thing for lasagna. I love the cheese, the sauce and the overall taste. Thanks for sharing this. I'll definitely make this at home.


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