We ate it. Everybody, even the picky people in my family (i.e. everyone) loved it, which makes it a Miracle Food. After all the days of prepping (click for details of Day 1, Day 2 or Day 3), this was an excellent result. My friend Jeffery had told me that if the lasagna verde at L.A.’s Angelini Osteria is the Gelsey Kirkland of lasagna, his is the “’57 Buick, or at least the Ethel Merman.” Okay, so not lighter than air, but it satisfies.
I will admit that I screwed up the layering, sort of forgeting where I was in the middle (wait, what comes next? sauce or chicken?), but this is a forgiving recipe (anc crabby cooks are always in need of forgiveness). In fact (and I never thought I’d say this), I might make lasagna again (some time before the turn of the century). No, I mean it.