The operative word in this recipe’s title is SKILLET. If you don’t have a 9‑inch cast-iron skillet that would also make a dandy murder weapon, go cook yourself some free-range tofu in your $2,000 waterless copper skillet (handmade by the very finest Amish Zen Masters of Nepal, of course).
Cheeky little feller!
Serving suggestion: Arrange a bunch of bras on the table and put a cookie in each cup.
If you want Dr. Frank N Furter and Magenta and Riff-Raff and Brad and Janet and all the rest to fight over your dinner, this is the way to go.
One of the ultimate comfort foods.
Read this book right after dinner. That is the very closest a cat should ever get to your lasagnea.