The hill I will die on: Nobody just ‘rustles up’ a lasagne | Keren Levy

We need to give up this pretence of effortlessness and start calling the dish what it is: a laborious meat-and-cheese architecture project What is this “rustling up a lasagne” thing – apart from a straightforward contradiction? Nobody ever says they’re rustling up a shepherd’s pie, or a moussaka, or a three-layered chocolate cake. But a lasagne?

Sure thing. I have a clear memory of the moment when, only recently out of our student years, a friend first pulled this misrepresentation out of her hungover hat. It was the day after a party, with a big clear-up under way and an agreed need for carbs. There was exhaustion, there were bin liners in hands, but she was busy “rustling”. And then, a mere…