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Actually, lasagne is easy to make, just takes time and shuffling the ingredients around....

Many people use cottage cheeses, instead of ricotta, but I dont care for it that way....

Adding meatballs and yummy italian sausages also sounds yummy....

I agree, frying meatballs, is a Key step...

You know I use those NO BOILING NEEDED Lasagna noodles now Mom. I was reluctant to use them at first..but one of my sisters tried them..she talked another one into trying them, then that sister convinced me I should try them...you use less noodles coz they expand pretty well..and they cook up nice and tender..and save lotz of time.

one of bill's early jobs was in a factory in downtown manhattan
the guy he worked with used to put sliced hard boiled eggs and slices of salami in his lasagna
but I never tried it that way
Love, Palo

The thread is a little slow now, so I will tell my second fudge story(tho some may have heard it already)...remember, my first story was about the time I got the salt and sugar mixed up, and the resulting fudge was brick hard, and salty as the Dead Sea...

Here is the second fudge story, I promised to tell..

When I was around 10-12 yrs old, and my little brother a few years younger, mom decided to treat us all to some fudge, for an after dinner snack....she had made it before dinner and was allowing it to cool and set up, so it would be ready for the evening....

After dinner, we cleared the table, did the dishes, cleaned the kitchen and all went into the front room to watch TV...Mom apparently at that time, placed her yummy plate of chocolate fudge, several layers deep, in the middle of the kitchen table...

We watched a few TV programs, and then mom told us to all go into the kitchen and grab a few slices of fudge...so of course, me, little brother and dad all ran into the kitchen to get our stash of fudge for more TV watching...

The fudge was yummy....we all ate it quickly, and then settled down to watch more TV...mom then went into the kitchen to get her slices of fudge...

All of a sudden, we heard this terrible scream, and mom came bounding into the front room, spewing vile language she rarely ever used, and calling me, little brother and dad a bunch of dirty rotten, blankety-blank pigs...she claimed that we had eaten all but about 2 or 3 pieces of fudge...

Well, of course we all denied it, saying we had each only taken a few pieces...but she was in tears by now, and so upset...

About that time, the family pet, Jingles, a sweet,wonderful, honey blonde cocker spaniel, came into the front room, and he was making that awful sound that all dog owners recognize as the forerunnner to your dog upchucking all over....

Jingles just stood there, opened his mouth, and threw up a huge amount of stuff...all dark brown in color, and still retaining a little bit of chocolaty smell...that dog had apparently gotten up on a kitchen chair, that was somewhat pulled back from the kitchen table, and he then, seduced by the smell of that wonderful fudge, climbed up on the kitchen table, and ate all of it, save the pieces that me, dad and little brother had gotten beforehand...he left 2-3 pieces, either because he was just too full, or as we like to believe, he was generous enough to leave mom a few pieces for herself...

Well, we laughed and laughed...that dog made an absolute hog of himself, eating almost 3lbs of fudge, in one sitting...being that it was chocolate, its surprising he did not die, as the vets today tell us that chocolate can be deadly for dogs...

Of course, mom never yelled at Jingles, as she yelled at us...her sweet Jingles could do no wrong...and she did apologize for calling us pigs, and swearing at us...

But that event lived in our memories forever...

Jingles, by the time he was 10 had become deaf and blind...but as long as we kept things where they belonged, he could feel his way around, and we all gladly helped him through his infirmities...

However, when he turned 13, his kidneys gave out, and we knew it was time to have him euthanized...we were all heartbroken, at our fudge-eating dogs demise, but we knew it had to be...

Mom and dad took him to the vets...mom could not bear to go in, and she sat in the car, waiting, and in tears...she kissed Jingles goodbye, hugged him for so long, and then dad took him out of the car...

Dad let him sniff around as much as he wanted, as it would be his last sniffing episode, and dad wanted him to have a good one...finally Jingles looked towards dad, with eyes that could not see, as if to say he was ready....

Dad reached into his pocket, got something out, and gave to his dear Jingles, along with a kiss...what did dad give to Jingles? Why a piece of chocolate fudge, of course...My dear, sweet sentimental dad, with the big rough hands, and the big booming voice, remembered his Jingles and his love affair with the fudge, and gladly gave him just one more piece, which he had bought beforehand, to ease Jingles in his time of need...

Dad took Jingles in, held him while the vet gave him the shot, and Jingles was gone...our whole family was devastated, and it was the first time, that I could remember, that death had taken its toll on our family...

Jingles, you were loved, and you are still missed today...