Chicken Lasagna with Greens
This late summer, I unexpectedly received in the mail two cookbooks on the same day--one from my darling roommate from Steinbeck camp and one from a longtime friend from high school. I was so filled with gratitude on that day because both of the women (who actually remind me of one another) are strong, wicked smart, and uproariously funny. They are both the kinds of women I would hope to be. Let me focus on the giver of this cookbook*--my friend from high school (the other cookbook shall be a focus for a later date). Where I went to high school is not like your normal high school. My high school was a 3-year, residential high school for students in the state of Illinois who were talented in math and science (ironically, almost all of my friends went into humanities or business, but that's for another day). We came together, wide-eyed and nerdy as sophomores and left, perhaps, just as nerdy but surrounded by those who became, in some sense, the most dea...