Free Form Wild Mushroom Lasagna with Champagne Lemon "Creme" Sauce and Sun Dried Tomato and Roasted Pepper Salsa
I have a deep, insatiable love for mushrooms. [Go ahead. Crack your hallucination jokes now and get them out of your system. Done? Ok.] True, I've taken my fair share of trips on the Magical Mystery Tour Bus...more on that later. But I'm talking about the non-psilocybin riddled variety. Button, crimini, portobella, porcini, wood-ear and, of course, morels. You name it, I love it.
My love for mushrooms started out as a young Shag-let. My mother used to make these amazing Mushroom Turnovers for synagogue pot lucks, family parties, funerals and the like. They were some kind of mushroom mince encased in a mini, flaky pie-like crust. The were kind of like a tiny mushroom filled pie calzone. Unfortunately for Mom, at the age of 8, my petty larceny skills were about as refined as my taste buds. She eventually learned to make more than one batch.
As I grew older, my love for mushrooms deepened. I learned the different types, their best uses and different seasons. I think they have an amazing depth of flavor when sauteed with only a little Earth Balance, White Wine, Salt, Pepper and Garlic. No rice or pasta needed. Just hand me a fork.
Yet, I have a number of friends that can't stand mushrooms. When I traveled to Amsterdam, I payed a visit to the Vegan Cafe at the Unlimited Health Yoga Centre. After a long, informative (cough *excruciating* cough) lecture, I learned that the Cafe's menu is based around the Sattvic diet, which is rooted in the practices of Ayurveda and Yoga. The Sattvic diet, which encourages foods that foster mental and physical clarity and balance, classifies mushrooms as a Tamasic (Energy Draining) food. Well, I don't know about all of you haters out there, but I can say that I've had some experiences with mushrooms that have induced quite the natural high. Ok. That time I cracked my own drug joke.
My only negative experience with mushrooms to date revolves around memory loss, spending two hours with my mother in her mini van "coming back to reality" in a hospital parking lot and a brief stint in rehab, but I'll save that story for another day.
This lasagna is termed "Free Form" because instead of assembling it casserole style in a large dish, you individually stack and plate the servings.