Donna Hay’s Cheat’s Ravioli Lasagne

So of course the kitchen still isn’t finished. It now officially won’t be finished till the new year because we have things like silicone that need running along approximately 1.5km of surfaces and joins and the builders have at last realised I’m a lady who’s crazy for detail and have decided to employ a man whose job it is, whose ONLY job it is, to silicone the shit out of stuff. To silicone the shit out of stuff to such a high standard that it no longer looks like silicone but rather looks like some abstract art ready for the Turner Prize.

Good on the builders.

Anyway, stuff like that.  The floor is in. It’s dark so every single molecule of dust and onion skin stands out lovely and clearly on it. I look forward to the floor and I engaging in a daily duel of sweeping. (WHO AM I KIDDING I NEVER SWEEP I LEAVE IT FOR THE CLEANER TO DO EVERY WEEK I AM A SLOB AND A DOMESTIC SLUT).  As I type the builders are putting in the final bits of skirting and steps, weeping as they go, no doubt at the thought of their imminent departure rather than the 30 mins I just spent pointing out stuff I think they need to redo.  They asked for the rest of their money the other day and I flat-out refused to give it to them till the job is finished.  When I said I might ask them back to do some more work for us over next summer they promised that when they picked up the phone to me they’d pretend they didn’t speak English.

They do love me, I promise.

I have had to try to remember how to cook, after over 4 months of microwaving and camp-stoving. I started by mostly roasting anything and everything I could get my hands on, because the oven got plugged in before anything else. I’m still stuck on oven dishes, because they’re one-pot, because I can usually get them prepped whilst NewHuman has his daytime nap and finish them over the supper/bath/bed nightmare that is early evening.

Donna Hay is great for this stuff, if you don’t mind your food looking very little like hers does in the finished product.  Cheat’s lasagne sounded a fine choice to me.  I did forget I planned to blog this till part-way through the process so the photos are a bit shitted up. Sorry (not sorry).

Gather:-

1kg large good-quality cheese-filled ravioli (I couldn’t find large and I’m unsure about quality of the ones I bought. I also only used 750g because 1kg of ravioli is a metric tonne of the stuff).

Good glug of olive oil

1 white or brown onion, chopped

2 cloves of garlic, crushed (I used 2 MEGA CLOVES because I like garlic, and I chopped them because I’m a rebel)

2 x 400g cans chopped tomatoes (I used 1 can)

250ml passata (I used 700ml)

A nice handful of torn basil leaves

Salt and cracked black pepper

8 slices of prosciutto

400g fresh ricotta (I used 250g because I’m an idiot. Definitely used 400g)

1/2 cup finely grated parmesan (half a cup is mean. Use, like, a LOT)

So, cook the ravioli according to instructions, and put to one side. I sloshed some oil through mine as I find the little suckers like to attach themselves to one another like shy ladies at a deb ball. It’s annoying.

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Heat the oil in a nice non-stick frying pan and add the onion and garlic, cooking for 3-5 mins or until they go a bit soft. Do not burn.

Add the tomatoes and passata and simmer for 10 minutes or so, until the sauce reduces a bit.   You’ll see in the below pic two things.  1 – spatters on my backsplash. My sealed but not-yet-siliconed backsplash. This I do not like.  2 – splashes on the worktop. I do not like that either. I’m going to have to use more lids in my cooking.  I do not like that, either either.

IMG_1833.JPGThen stir through the basil, salt and pepper.  I say salt, I didn’t add any to this, and I didn’t really need to because of the amount of parmesan I used.  I went mental on the pepper, as required by my mother.

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Below is a picture of the kitchen taken whilst I was cooking last night. It’s still a shitstorm of epic proportions but it’s one which at least has the inklings of better weather ahead.  We do think we’ve ended up with a kitchen reminiscent of a Soho pop-up restaurant from around 7 years ago but no-one ever said we were ahead of the curve.

I am back to having washing hung up in my kitchen. We didn’t have room for a dryer and it’s too cold and wet to hang stuff outside. I weep at the horror of having washing hung up in my kitchen.

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The best thing about the new kitchen, well one of the best things, is that I now have a single cupboard into which I can untidily cram all my foodstuffs. The old kitchen required me to have food secreted in around 47 separate locations. I hated it. The pantry is far from full and I look forward to Mum’s next visit when she’ll sort it all out for me.

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Ok – lay about half the ravioli into a casserole dish, one of reasonable size, and slop over half the tomato sauce and layer half the proscittto on top of that. I actually used all the prosciutto on that one layer as I was in a rush and it worked out perfectly ok.  If you’re veggie please do leave out the meat, obv.  I totally claim this as a vegetarian post, now.

Then throw on the balance of the ravioli and sauce. Plop the ricotto and parmesan  on top of that and chuck it into a pre-heated oven, about 180C please, for a good 30 mins or until golden and cheesy and tomatoey and bubbly and blatantly carbo loaded.

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Look below.

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Seriously, it hardly even needed chewing. Just send it in the general direction of your facehole, swallow, and lay back in front of Masterchef, thinking ‘yeah, that looks like a piece of piss, actually, you should see what I made tonight’.

Below is a fuzzy photo of NewHuman enjoying a Western Australian gourmet item – Bertie Beetle – gifted to him via the traditional Royal Perth Show showbag sent to us by one of his aunties. It’s the worst chocolate ever but also the most delicious thing ever and even the smell of it makes me homesick.

Right, I’m off back downstairs to make sure the tears have dried on the builders’ faces. I can’t have them slowing down because their vision is impaired by sadness.

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7 thoughts on “Donna Hay’s Cheat’s Ravioli Lasagne

  1. ClareS says:

    I like your blog very much, thanks for writing! It makes me chuckle. I discovered it because I am friends with your husband’s cousin (aka Grubster Boy).

    We are in the process of buying a new house – it will involve much work and builders and dust – I am terrified. But your blog is helping me to prepare (for the worst) mentally.

    Re drying washing in winter, it’s a pain to have it drying in the kitchen/bedroom/living room. So much so that I got a combined washer/dryer, it’s not as good as seperate washer and dryer but a million times better than damp clothers hanging around the house constantly!

    Your kitchen looks fab, importantly very LARGE. Good luck wth the last bits! x

    • b-kom says:

      Hullo! Oh thanks for reading, glad you like it! Congrats on the new house, too. It’s lots of dust and disruption (and truckloads of money) but in the end worth it. Good luck!

      Yes we did wonder about a combined machine but in the eve didn’t go for it, maybe a mistake. I have a feeling the spare bedroom will become the home of damp washing….

  2. narf77 says:

    Bugger on the kitchen. I mean, surely “the builders” realise who they are building this kitchen for don’t they? I mean YOU BLOG and all! Seriously, you would think that they would be dead chuffed to be under the microscopic constant attention of someone with you credentials ;). Love the look of your splashback, sealed or not. In 2 months time you are SO not going to care about splashes on your countertop. It’s like new love, you want it squeaky clean and perfect to show off to your mates. After a few months you leave it at home and make excuses for how it looks ;). I am quite sure that you have sold New Human on the black market in order to pay for the kitchen and have borrowed a friends small child to get yourself off the hook…that is New Human?! Seriously, wasn’t he a baby? I see the dog is still wandering the corridors like a thin grey wraith. Love those floorboards. Gorgeousness personified. Dinner looks almost good enough to eat (if you aren’t a vegan that is) and only we Aussies know the bliss of a good Bertie Beetle. They always taste different when they come out of a Perth Royal Showbag. Must be the fact that they are 2 years old by the time they hit that wafer thin, overpriced piece of hot plastic. You are going to have to renovate the spare room once the kitchen is finished…just to keep your “project managers” hand in. Just sayin’…

    • b-kom says:

      You’d THINK the builders would have that gigured out by now!

      NewHuman has passed the 18 month old mark so deserves a prize of some sort for surviving so long in our care.

      The kitchen is getting scratched up at a rate of knots so no doubt I’ll be taking your advice sooner rather than later!

      • narf77 says:

        And New Human hasn’t even started wanting to help you cook yet so you haven’t entered the twilight zone … I think a Bertie Beetle is a great prize for surviving this long. If he survives the Bertie Beetle, he is allowed to carry on. Sort of like that test in The Princess Bride. Kudos to New Human for passing the test (albeit now being prone to diabetes) and to The Dog for surviving New Human for 18 months. You guys should have sold this to cable. I would have watched 😉

      • b-kom says:

        Another missed opportunity!!

      • narf77 says:

        Maybe you could still cash in retrospectively? Desperation breeds inventiveness and all…

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