This is a Sunday recipe. It is not an after work recipe. It is certainly not an after work on Pancake Day when you have plans to get your sizzle on recipe. Nonetheless, this is when I found myself cooking it, with my inner former teacher whispering in patient yet despairing tones, “It’s not that you’re bad at life, but you do have a tendency to make poor choices which sometimes complicate matters…”
Still… after a few hours stirring and cackling away at the giant saucepan my boyfriend insists I only bought so I could pretend to be a witch at a cauldron, I think I may have discovered the best lasagne recipe ever.
Try it yourself (cutting down the 1.5 litres of milk in the sauce to 1.2 litres) and see.