The genesis of a recipe.
My time in the kitchen is spent working with recipes in one form or another. Whether I'm working on a dish to fine tune its flavor, or develop my own variation of something marvelous, whether I'm cooking straight through a recipe to understand the style of a chef or author, or simply testing a recipe to see if it works, my life is spent reading and working through recipes. Most of the time.
It is the rare and wonderful occasion that I venture into the kitchen with little more than an idea. Or, a request. I begin with the vision I have and the flavors I can taste in my mind. It is the most honest of culinary experiences. Left with only instinct and my senses as a guide, I can lose myself in my search for knowledge rather than genius. Sometimes the results are pure perfection. Other times they are not.
Sunday was one of those times when a vision of lasagne (or lasagna) evolved into our Sunday supper. Having trained in contemporary French cuisine, and spent my time studying and cooking gourmet food, lasagne was just something I never got around too. It wasn't hard, however, to translate what I could see and taste in my mind into a meal. Thus, a new recipe is born. A recipe to go into the book our son brought home to me to record our creations. The book that I will pass down through the generations with our family's favorites and our secrets, our discoveries and the meals we will call our very own.
Recipe: Sunday Supper Lasagne
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