Before we get started today I have a couple of quick announcements; one, you are in for a very special treat next Sunday (no hints) and numero dos, we only have a couple more issues of Sunday Gravy before we shut down for the NFL season.
I know, I know but I’m an NFL fan too and goddammit I’m going to watch football on Sundays! That’s just the way it’s got to be. I may pop back in during the Vikings bye week and Pro Bowl weekend, but we’ll see.
The reason I mention this is if you encounter a recipe or two on these fun-filled posts that you want to attempt during the cool weather season you may want to bookmark some of these. I do have the benefit of living in a pretty fucking temperate town so I’m able to do some of these long, slow cooked meals without melting into a puddle of goo due to the high heat and humidity during the summer months. I realize that some of you other poor folks have to deal with the elements and I do sort of sincerely apologize but there’s a reason I pay the ridiculous rent that I do. It would be pretty tough to stay interesting during an entire offseason if all I gave were grilling recipes and Christ knows I’ve done my share of those. This fucking thing I’m making today would be a good Winter meal.
I’ve never had to do this before because I always want you fine folks to be inspired and challenged to make these meals but I’m giving a disclaimer here: Kids? Maybe you don’t want to try this at home. It’s truly fucking nuts and almost crippled me with my creaky ass knees having to stand in the kitchen for like 5 hours straight. Maybe just make the sauce and buy the noodles and the ricotta and shit. The sauce is fucking magnificent though so yeah make the sauce. Look at this baby!
That’s about a 5-6 hour bolognese sauce with about 4 pounds of various meat substances in it. Awesomeness!
This is a spin on the 2nd Sunday Gravy post I ever did from last year, the Mother Sauce.
Yessir folks. We’re making Home Made lasagne. And by Home Made I mean home fucking making almost every goddamn thing homemade.
What a fucking idiot.
I’ve made lasagne about 1100 times in my life – may be an over estimate – including annually for a couple of decades at Christmas. I always start with a homemade sauce, the 5-6 hour or two day sauce. A couple of times I’ve made my own noodles even but never this.
It started simply enough, I hadn’t seen the oldest daughter, Eldest right and my two oldest granddaughters and my son-in-law in a few weeks so I told my daughter that we could make some lasagne and it would be pretty fun to make the cheese too. Remember this recipe? Well, this is the daughter who gave me the cheese making kit for Christmas and that linked recipe was my first attempt to make homemade ricotta and mozzarella. Problem was I should have invited her over to dinner that day to try some of the cheese from the kit she bought for me and then I felt like an asshole for not inviting her over.
I was going to fix that with some lasagne that had home made cheese and she and the girls could help and it would be really fun and cool! Then she said, why don’t we make the lasagne noodles from scratch too? See Eldest right knows I’ve got my badass Kitchenaide Mixmaster 600 in my kitchen with the optional pasta roller and spaghetti and fettucine cutting attachments.
She’s no dummy. So I tell her “Kick ass! We’ll be ALL from scratch and shit!” Date was set, dinner was scheduled and just like that I took on a serious goddamn cooking challenge.
Home Made Like a Fucking Boss Lasagne!
In what will come as a surprise to absolutely no-fucking-body this is a 2 day prep. And honestly I should have made it a 3 day prep, fucking dumbass. Day 1 involves making the sauce so let’s make some sauce.
You can use the link to the Mother Sauce but I made a variation on this one so let’s just do it all over.
Red sauce bolognese ala yeah right:
1 large (28 oz?) can of whole San Marzano (if possible) tomatoes
1 equal size can of tomato sauce.
2 15 oz cans of tomato sauce (just in case).
About 8-9 sweet Italian sausages. Yes sweet, not hot.
1 package of beef short ribs – boneless if you can, about 1 1/2 to 2 pounds
Olive oil 2-3 tablespoons or so.
1 large onion chopped
1 green pepper chopped with stem and seeds removed.
Shitload of garlic (8 cloves or so? Sure!) minced
Red wine of your choice, I used a French Cote Du Rhone.
Bunch of sliced mushrooms (optional only because I forgot to add them to the sauce this time.)
1 bunch of fresh oregano chopped
1 bunch of fresh basil chopped
1 teaspoon of red pepper flake (don’t be a nancy boy)
A whole lot of patience because this is about a 5 to 6 hour sauce to make.
Let’s do this damn thing!
First we’re going to sear off that batch of short ribs by adding a little olive oil to a big ol’ Dutch oven or large stock pot. Over medium-high heat brown the ribs on both sides (about 5-7 minutes) and season with salt and pepper.
Remove from the pan and place in a large bowl. Next we’re going to do the same thing with the sausages but we won’t season them with the salt and pepper. Again about 5-7 minutes.
Remove the sausages from the pan and let them hangout with the short ribs for a bit. Next we’re going to deglaze that pan with a healthy shot of that red wine, maybe 2-3 tablespoons. I always add the wine with the heat off of the burner to avoid flare-ups. Dump that wine in the pan and we’re going to deglaze and scrape up the meaty bits using a wooden spoon. Next go ahead and dump that wine and the meat bits over the ribs and the sausages. Wipe the pan out with a paper towel, put another 2 tablespoons of olive oil in the pan, turn the burner back on and let’s saute the onions and peppers. Season with some salt and pepper.
Cook the veggies down for about 7-10 minutes until they are tender and slightly translucent. Add in the garlic and cook JUST until you smell the garlic tantalizing your olfactory senses. Next add in the can of whole tomatoes. This is the fun part where you get to crush each tomato into the sauce spraying tomato juice everywhere and this is also when you forgot that you’re wearing a white shirt that is now stained with tomato juice. Son of a bitch! Also add in the short ribs and the sausages.
Heat until bubbly, then reduce the sauce to a simmer, partially cover the pan with a lid, just to keep the sauce from splattering all over the stove and cook for an hour.
Next step add the large can of tomato sauce to the cooking sauce and also add in the fresh basil and oregano about a teaspoon of each some salt and pepper to taste and the red pepper flake.
We’re just going to let this thing roll for about another 3-4 hours on a LOW simmer. Stir every 15 minutes or so and enjoy the tomato sauce splatters. After the 3-4 hours have elapsed you should notice some fantastic alchemy has happened to the short ribs as they begin breaking down and start to integrate into the sauce itself. It’s also around this time where I break up the sausages with the edge of my wooden spoon into bite sized bits. If you were to remember the mushrooms this is where you would add them. Simmer for ANOTHER hour and then turn off the heat and let rest for awhile before refrigerating overnight. You can use this last hour to skim the fat that floats to the top of the sauce then while the sauce is cooling down you can use the time to sample those slow cooked short rib and sausage bits because there is no way in HELL that you won’t. Here again the sauce.
If you were a sentient being who didn’t want to challenge the ever-loving piss out of themselves the next day you would have some store bought mozzarella, ricotta and lasagne noodles on hand and you would build a lasagne in layers and bake in a 350 degree oven for about 35 minutes until it’s bubbly and you would have an incredible lasagne. Life altering even.
I am not that sentient being. I’m a fucking idiot who has to do things the hard way. It’s a damn good thing I made the sauce in advance because the next day was a 5 hour grueling experience with an intensity level of the “Chopped” kitchen. Insane.
So next day dawns and what does my addled brain think up? Meatballs! Yeah we need some fuckin’ meatballs ovah heah! Moron. Like the 4 pounds or so of meat in that sauce is just not enough protein.
Meatballs.
Just a small batch this time.
1 pound of ground beef or ground pork
1/4 onion minced fine.
2 cloves of minced garlic
1/4 cup of freshly grated parmesan cheese
1/2 cup of breadcrumbs. I used panko.
1 teaspoon of fresh basil minced
1 teaspoon of fresh oregano minced.
1/2 teaspoon of red pepper flake
1/2 teaspoon of black pepper
1 teaspoon of salt
2 eggs
Add everything into a medium size bowl.
Mix well using your freshly washed hands. Form into meatball shape, I make mine about the size of a lime, not too big. Bake in a 375 degree oven for 25 minutes until browned. There you go. Some fuckin’ meatballs. I made another simple red sauce with one of the 15 oz cans of extra tomato sauce, about 1/4 of a minced onion, a couple of minced cloves of garlic and some more oregano and basil. I simmered this for about an hour and scooped a ladle full over the meatballs and just let them get to be a little intimate in the dish they were baked in. No additional heating. The extra sauce from that quick batch of sauce was added to the bolognese that we have now removed from the fridge and are slowly reheating.
The rest of this is going to be quick because I realized I’ve got a fucking bunch of words down already and also because the rest of the prep went by with a blur.
I’m not going to post the cheese making thing again because it’s mostly right here. The ricotta is basically a gallon of whole milk, a teaspoon of cheese salt and a teaspoon of citric acid heated up to exactly 195 degrees,
remove from heat, strain through a cheese cloth for a few minutes until it reaches it’s desired consistency and it’s ready. If you are using store bought ricotta like a sane fucking person add an egg, some grinds of black pepper and about 1/4 teaspoon of NUTMEG! and mix together. I did the same and it gave us this.
I did a much better job this time of getting the consistency of the ricotta right. The first time I let it drain too long and it became too dense. One thing about the home made version, it produces a real “milk” taste to the ricotta that you just don’t get in store bought. It really isn’t that hard, unlike the mozzarella and adds a whole lot to the lasagne party. The cheese making kit info is in the linked baked ziti post.
Around this time Eldest right and the two granddaughters arrived at the right residence and it was party time. The eldest granddaughter is 11 and is actually a big help around the kitchen. My original idea was to trick my daughter and granddaughter into making the cheese and I was going to do the pasta, Eldest right ain’t no dummy and she said “We’ll do the pasta!” Shit, so I made the ricotta.
Lasagne noodles.
Gonna be honest with you here I didn’t make these at all, my daughter did so I’m going to approximate what she did.
2 – 2 1/2 cups of semolina flour
3 eggs.
1 tablespoon of olive oil.
1 teaspoon of salt.
Actual photo of the prep station.
Make a well in the middle of the flour and using your hands incorporate the eggs and oil and salt until it forms a ball. Wrap the pasta in plastic wrap and let rest for 1/2 hour before portioning out and rolling with the badass Mixmaster 600.
My daughter did the pasta making and the granddaughter played pasta “catcher.” Finally it was time to assemble to lasagne. Goddammit, I was limping about this time.
Put a small amount of sauce in the bottom of your deepest baking dish, then a layer of the pasta, cut the pasta to fit. Next a layer of the bolognese and some cut up chunks of the meatballs. Next another layer of pasta. Next spread an entire layer of the riccota mix and a sprinkling of some freshly grated parmesan (or romano or parmigiano reggiano), another layer of pasta, a big scoop of some more sauce and meatballs and sausages and rib bits, and finally top with the mozzarella and another dose of fresh parmesan (I don’t have to get into that whole box of grated parmesan cheese thing again do I?) Bake in a 350 degree oven for 35 minutes until bubbly and serve with some garlic bread and a side salad. Also lots of beers and wine.
The beer glasses that you see in the photo are my son-in-law’s contribution. He is a home brewer who actually owns his own home brew supply company. He brought along a mini keg of black IPA that he had made. It was delightful.
What was that?
The mozzarella?
/sighs
I just didn’t have it in me to make the fucking mozzarella this time. I had all of the supplies and shit ready and well, fuck. I was just too goddamn worn out from everything else to make mozzarella cheese too. Oh well. Store bought mozzarella it is.
I know most of you probably have your own lasagne recipe or at least a favorite Italian restaurant that makes the kickass lasagne so I won’t go into all of the general description of the flavor but I will say this was the best lasagne that I’ve ever had. I had some leftovers and brought some to work to share and the three people who got to try it said the same thing. Two of the three now have the sauce recipe and the third one said “I will PAY you to make me a lasagne.” It really was incredible. The pasta and ricotta from scratch do make that big of a difference.
Next time for me?
I’ll make the ricotta and the sauce but I’m buying that store bought shit next time. I had to take a three day break from my morning walk/exercise routine just to rest the fucking knees. Just think? Thanksgiving is right around the corner too.
Thanks for reading as always and do give some or all of this a go. You’re gonna love that fucking sauce!
Manja Manja!
Outstanding! As a lasagne eater/maker I was incredibly impressed.
I buy all my ingredients at Bay Cities Deli in Santa Monica, everything imported Italian greatness.
But I’ll tell you a story. One day I was all set to make lasagne and I was psyched up for it. I had the kitchen all prepped, checked the cupboard for I had, and made my list for a run to Bay Cities to get the rest, particularly the sausage and cheeses. I got there and holy shit: they are closed on Monday! Damn! But I want lasagne tonight!
So I went to Ralphs. I bought the best cheeses I could find, but none of the “Italian” sausage they had in the case looked good to me. So I made a command decision, completely blind, but one I have never regretted:
I bought a tube of regular (not spicy) Jimmy Dean Pork Sausage.
Holy shit, it was like a revelation when I ate that first piece of lasagne. I had stumbled onto something incredible, and if you don’t believe it, try it. Jimmy Dean Pork Sausage is the secret weapon. Don’t tell anyone you’re using it, and even mix it with real Italian sweet sausage if you like, but Jimmy Dean has got your back.
Major props to you for making all this shit from scratch! I’m glad it tasted like it was worth it. Making fresh pasta is one of the few things I’ve never tried, just because good stuff is available and inexpensive, and it didn’t seem worth the work. But you’re making me rethink doing it at least once.
I bought a very nice quality hand-cranked pasta maker (very similar to what is plugged into the macine above). The Former-Mrs-Meathook and I made fettucine from scratch one night. Two hours later, we ate it and it was OK! (I also made the sauce). We were covered with flour and cleaning flour out of the kitchen for the next four days. That’s back when Mrs. Meathook and I got along, so I remember I got laid pretty well that night, and I think all the flour contributed to that episode.
The pasta really should be tried at least once.
The cheese thing is where the insanity comes in.
Fresh fettuccine or particularly fresh gnocchi are pretty easy and ridiculously delicious.
Friday, I got an epidural for my spine. I got to sleep for like 9 hours, which is about three times longer than what I end up usually getting a night.
It was glorious. For the first time in years, I was not stumbling around in a dull, headache induced haze.
I love each and every one of you…and yes…that is the pain killers talking…
It would have to be. We’re not so much on the lovable scale.
I honestly did not realize how bad I had gotten. I mean I have always had serious back pain. I thought I had gotten used to it.
Sweet jesus though…getting a weekend of 9 hours of sleep a night has been amazing.
I’m in physical therapy for this as well. So hopefully I can take the edge off and get regular sleep.
Since I’m still paying off my two most recent knee surgeries (I should be done in a few months though!) I won’t be able to see the new Vikings dojo but I did just purchase tickets to see the Saints Vs Chargers in SD on October 2nd. Pretty sweet seats too.
I think that any of us who attend a game should do a write up of the trip, game day atmosphere etc. Lots of photos etc.
I’ll do this one.
FOOOOTBBAAWWWW!!!
I am just assuming I will somehow get tickets to their new stadium even though I am a Bears fan and tell people not to get me tickets to any football games, much less ones at away team stadiums, but they always do anyways. I will take pictures and do a write up if this happens. I am thinking my uncle that lived in Minneapolis is gonna be the the one who does it.
My birthday is early September and no one in my family ever follows my request of no presents so I normally end up at one game a year because “He likes football” is all they really know about me because we have nothing else to talk about
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I hate sites that kindly ask you to turn off your adblock because they aren’t a mainstream site that can get away with 75% of the people having it on, then literally on the first reload with it off it is obvious they are using ads with a shit ton of malware built in. I am obviously never going back to your site now. Enjoy the one click you got.
Don’t get me started on youtube thinking I’ll ever watch a 1 minute (or longer) ad, even if they do sometimes circumvent my adblocker. Fuck that, I’ll keep hitting reload for days on general principle. 15 seconds? Fine.
Q: do you know how drunk I’d be if I didn’t have to fill in a shift on the Purple Line tonight?
A: Probably not all that drunk, actually. We’re out of bourbon and regular season football hasn’t started yet.
That’s why God gave you Californians BevMo.
We had them in AZ as well. Miss those.
Miss this place too….
http://www.restaurantdepot.com/home
Oh shit…just noticed there’s one in Cary, NC. The one in Mesa was walking distance, but Cary is an easy drive.
My heart can beat again…hallelujah!!!!!
Browning the meat, sauteing the veg then building the sauce IN THE SAME POT?!?! That’s genius!
Seriously, I’ve been doing it wrong for a long time.
This goes for both types of Dutch Ovens.
That comes from my broke ass college days of only having the one pot.
Now it’s just efficient as all hell.
You lose a lot of great flavors by splitting things up.
Should be an interesting work week ahead.
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Green Flash Double IPA (5th Anniversary) was really good for an IPA.
Nothing more embarrassing than finding an old portfolio of stuff you drew when you were in High School, looking through it, and realizing you used to show this garbage to people with pride. Jesus. I was *awful* back in the day.
Swap out “drawing” for “writing” and it’s the same for me.
I’ve taken to looking at it like the progression of any talent or taste. You don’t start fully developed but have to make the steps from crap to mediocre to get to good and great.
The rational part of my brain understands this. The other part just says, “THROW IT ALL OUT AND THEN BURN THE TRASH PILE!”
Those aren’t incompatible thoughts. Plus, it’s fun to burn things!
The senior year of college literary criticism notes if recently found along with my MIB sealed Game Boy.
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Embarrassing? You should be proud and grateful; more than half of the population of the US is still at their same talent level as they were in 9th grade or earlier on any given subject.
And some of them run for president!
6th grade, but has the debating skill of a third grader.
Sorry, most 6th graders know that climate change is not a hoax.
I picked up a burger and some fries and mozzarella sticks from what I think is a regional fast food joint. Tom’s Drive In. I love that place because they think a reasonable serving size of fries or mozz sticks is a 2 lb bag of them. I couldn’t come close to finishing my meal but I still might die from eating far too much food.
That’s impossible.
And what a fine way to die!
(I apologize in advance for this)
Ex-guitarist for 3 Doors Down died today; cause of death is supposedly “undetermined,” but we all know what it was…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xPU8OAjjS4k
Well that sucks ass.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPBzTxZQG5Q
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qpfhcljJ9bQ
Um… yes it was.
*inorite*
*sigh*
I could keep going but I won’t.
Thanks for the heads up tho Entropy. I hadn’t heard that.
Really not happy about this. Most will call me crazy, but for me personally this is on the level of Cobain/Weiland.
Musical taste is personal, and you can never tell what band will strike the right nerve (lord knows I have a serious addiciton for a few bands that probably drive my friends nuts). I agree that it sucks, because everything else aside, the man was talented. You may not like the music, but it was done well, catchy, and usually stuck with people a while. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news for you, though, Seamus.
True enough. And they were one of my favorites, for sure. But it’s more than that. His whole deal (reasons for leaving the band, that is) was just so Syd Barrett-esque. So tragic.
The next Request Line should be bands that other people wish you would stop playing in front of them. I’d kill an entire page with just Toad the Wet Sprocket songs.
No need to be sorry. I’d have heard it eventually.
Here, hear! Even though this is contrary to the internet.
“You like 3 Doors Down?!?”
“YOUS SUCKS AS A PERSON AND ANYTHING YOUS SAYS IS INVALID, NO MATTER WHATS!!!!”
I used to really enjoy reading comment threads where someone would take serious offense at someone else’s opinion, and then laugh even harder when both participants would join forces to shout down some poor soul who pointed out opinions are subjective. It’s the internet of equivalent of “but he’s OUR moron, you don’t get to pick on him!”
Yeah I know it is “poppie” and they played the holy shit out of it, but I still really like the song and the video.
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My god this looks delicious. Insane, but delicious.
In other news, if Geno Smith gets cut before I get to publish my season preview, I will break that motherfucker’s jaw again myself.
Dinosaur eggs work too.
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I read this post in Clemenza’s voice.
He uses tomato paste, what would be the difference?
/Also, West Ham WOO!
Tomato paste is sweeter and it acts as more of a thickening agent. I let time and low heat do the thickening.
You nailed the narrative on the head by the way.
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Did you feel a dread, a complete unease, your exterior seemed calm, but inside you were unhinged, a deep seated fear that this was your last few hours before being launched into the Great Abyss when you were called to this post?
Is that not just a normal way to approach your everyday life?
I couldn’t find a relevant gif to post with this after 2 min of searching so I just gave up and went to the already open Tara Strong as Harley Quinn tab I had open from last night. I probably should be sorry about this level of laziness, but I’m not
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The JOKE was about the Italian mafia car ride. The joke was about the association with Italian food. Guess I shouldn’t be surprised it was murdered too.
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Granted; the joke deserved to die.
I leaned in hard on a joke about how everything is terrible then didn’t even bother getting a relevant gif that would somehow bring it closer to making sense contextually. You were fine. I was the bad guy here.
No bad, jokes get murdered here every day and we just leave them where they lay. That was a joke only I would snicker at anyway.
Plus you didn’t go full pedant; that is a bad death; “The premise of this is not accurate! This comedy movie is inaccurate!” etc., etc.
You use a shit ton of eggs in something I have never considered using eggs in, but I have a dad who is deathly allergic to them so I learned to cook everything without eggs so this is probably on me. Sunday Gravy will be missed this regular season while you are on hiatus.
OK, let’s do a kickstarterbookthing so we can get you an estate with chickens, goats, and a cow or two and then you can go FULL SCRATCH!
This looks delicious.
We need a couple of acres to grow some wheat and corn too.
ESTATE!
It may take a while to get one in Cali for you at two bucks a shot.
The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (1948)
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If we get a couple of acres, you know damn well we’re gonna use them to grow weed and poppies.
Shhhh.
That’s the back forty.
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DEFINITELY related:
http://www.cnn.com/2016/08/20/health/arizona-parasite-outbreak/index.html
Dude, you are aiming straight at my heart now.
Italian in general is one of my fav things to make (and eat) in general, but especially the lasagna’s. I make a pretty good one, but it pales to the one my Mom makes. Same recipe, mind you. But she absolutely kills that shit.
FWIW, yours looks closer to hers than mine.
Well done. And yes, my stomach just started growling.
This was as close to a real Sunday Gravy as I’ve ever made. The Italians, Sicilian Italian to be exact throw in all kinds of meats in their red sauce. Sausages, ribs, neck bones, meatballs, and they serve all of the meats in a big bowl on the side. The red sauce goes over some fresh pasta and the meats are served as a garnish if you will. Meat as a condiment!
My inspiration for this was realizing no real Italian is using fucking hamburger meat in their sauce.
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And that’s why I’m fine with not being Italian, because meat is Life.
No more Sunday food porn?
I’m just taking an NFL break during the season. I’ll be back, I promise.
My team plays mostly early games, 10 AM to me, and I don’t have the chance to get all elaborate and shit on game days. Not to mention I really try to do all authentic homemade stuff for y’all.
First Sunday of the season I’m going to grill some brats for instance. I’m pretty certain I’ve done that recipe already.
Plus I need time to come up with original ideas.
Just think of it as a hiatus.
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We’re definitely crossing in to “Grat doesn’t have that sort of work ethic” territory now.
I may be having a meatball sandwich for breakfast.
Probably not but still…
I’ve gotten much better with my photography.
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I will burn down be NFL headquarters myself if that means we got to keep Sunday Gravy.
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Make sure and get the good stapler out first.