This version of lasagna was just about the only one I was familiar with until relatively recently. We ate it with great regularity and it was the dish of choice for my mother when she wanted to take "a pan of something" to a friend in need. I've taken it to friends who've just had babies or others who have recently lost a family member. I imagine my Aunt clipped it out of one of her Better Homes & Gardens back in the day, and the magazine page being splattered with greasy tomato sauce and littered with her careful cursive notes about the end results. My dear Aunt, my mother's older sister, was always been a terrific cook and many of my favorite recipes have come from her kitchen. She was truly Midwestern and had a fine appreciation for hearty food that smacks you over the head with flavor, and this dish doesn't disappoint. With her shock of short curly hair and infectious, raucous laugh, she was always the most fun to have at a family dinner - her wit and self-deprecating humor never allowing any of us to take ourselves too seriously. And she wasn't just a good cook and good company!  I admired her fashionista side for as long as I can remember. My mom used to tell stories about going into her closet when they were teenagers and admiring her array of cashmere sweaters (as a kid this was my idea of what being a grownup would be like). Meanwhile, I was always in awe of her extensive lipstick collection, neatly displayed in her bathroom. Sadly, my Aunt Judy passed away almost two years ago now. I miss her terribly.