Lasagne
Lasagne (/ləˈzænjə/ or /ləˈzɑːnjə/ or /ləˈsɑːnjə/, Italian pronunciation: [laˈzaɲɲe], singular lasagna) are wide, flat-shaped pasta, and possibly one of the oldest types of pasta. The word "lasagne" and, in many non-Italian languages, the singular "lasagna", can also refer to a dish made with several layers of lasagne sheets alternated with sauces and various other ingredients.
Origins
Lasagne originated in Italy, traditionally ascribed to the city of Naples (Campania), where the first modern recipe was created in the Middle Ages and published in Liber de Coquina (The Book of Cookery), and became a traditional dish. Traditional lasagne is made by interleaving layers of pasta with layers of sauce, made with ragù, bechamel, and Parmigiano-Reggiano. In other regions and outside of Italy it is common to find lasagne made with ricotta or mozzarella cheese, tomato sauce, various meats (e.g., ground beef, pork or chicken), miscellaneous vegetables (e.g., spinach, zucchini, mushrooms) and typically flavored with wine, garlic, onion, and oregano. In all cases the lasagne are oven-baked.
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I've got to get myself away
And find me a place where I'll be free
City life is getting me down
Even when I sleep I'm wearing a frown
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Could it be my baby?
I told her not to wake me
Not even for a cup of tea
Who could it be now?
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Knocking on the Rastaman's door
Who could it be now?
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Knocking on the Rastaman's door
I'm in deep meditation
Trying to find myself
Don't need no provocation
It's a minute after twelve
Now who dares to disturb
My tranquility
When I'm meditating
On the Almighty
Who could it be now?
Who could it be now?
Who could it be now?
Knocking on the Rastaman's door
I've got to get myself away
And find me a place where I'll be free
City life is getting me down
Even when I sleep I'm wearing a frown
It couldn't be the landlord
Could it be my baby?
I told her not to wake me
