Baked Pasta, Meat, Cheese and Zucchini Casserole

When I married, back in 1971, I believed  cooking lasagna was time consuming, and it was. As I tried to carefully place the dry, flat noodles in a  big pot  of boiling water; they often broke and cracked, which annoyed me no end. Once cooked, they even slid out of my hands; pieces slithered away…

Sausage, ricotta, and mozzarella–a baked cannelloni casserole

No one in my household was Italian, no one cooked Italian food, (neither my mother, who never cooked, or our live-in maid), no Italian heritage oozes through my genes. However, everyone loved Italian food. To this day, from childhood memories and taste buds which take me back, I remember that my two younger siblings and…