“I can’t sell you this.” Dawn informed me.
Anticipating the carb overload that awaited us, we were racing the clock as we power walked over to CVS last night. The timer on the oven ticked down from 30 minutes when we popped out into the twilight.
Opting for the graduate study level of difficulty instead of the Bachelor Basics, we spent the majority of the evening making homemade whole wheat noodles, a spicy Italian sausage ragu and Bechamel sauce. The end goal was homemade lasagne (lasagna is the noodle, lasagne is the dish) and Dawn was the only thing standing between us and delicious, cheesy, possibly mouth-burning decadence.
Bechamel sauce is one of the mother sauces and I had never made it. That needed to change. It is commonly used in lasagne, as well as for Croque Monsieur. It is a white sauce that starts with a roux (butter and flour), then adds milk and a pinch of nutmeg. (Go here for the recipe.) You can use Bechamel as a base for numerous other creamy sauces. Gourmet mac and cheese that beats the blue box is a prime example.
Despite how much as I love cheese and milk, my stomach has developed a more acrimonious relationship. Aiming to assist my innards with processing the lactose super load, we ran to CVS to grab digestive enzymes. As any lactard knows, the lactase assists in breaking down the lactose. Science! I spotted CVS’s enzymes and celebrated that they were on sale. Is there anything better than finding the drug you need is on sale? Being able to digest lactose may trump that joy.
Box in hand, we went to check out and were informed by Dawn that she couldn’t sell me the drugs. Why must I suffer?! I considered telling her about the delicious feast that was waiting for us, possibly extending an invitation. The lactase pills were going to expire in May. I didn’t see why this was a problem. I just wanted my drugs. Is this what it’s like to be a food junkie? I NEED MY LACTASE!
Then, the magic moment happened. She called the manager to see if they had more in the back. In this moment, I flashed back to all the sitcoms and comedies that depicted variations on this situation. Mercifully, I wasn’t seeking diarrhea remedies or an ointment for a stubborn rash. That was last week.
The manager went to their storeroom. Leann and I waited, wondering if the timer had gone off yet. By this point, the entire store learned that I was seeking digestive enzymes. Working through the stages of grief, I considered offering to just take the expiring package and roll the digestive dice. I just need a few pills for today. I have my own stash at home. GIVE ME THE LACTASE! Continue reading Lasagne from Scratch: A Lactard’s Nightmare