Taco Tuesday, But Make It Lasagna… Kind Of

Listen, y’all.

I found a recipe online that had the nerve—the audacity—to call itself Taco Lasagna. Cute, right? Well, your girl clicked on it thinking she was about to uncover the eighth wonder of the culinary world. Turns out, it was more like… Pinterest meets delusion with a sprinkle of “that’s not how my grandma would’ve done it.”

First of all, they wanted me to use tortillas instead of lasagna noodles.

Tortillas?

Ma’am. No.

This is Simply Sina, not Questionably Quirky Cooking 101. If we’re doing lasagna, we’re doing lasagna. That means pasta you have to slap against the pot to make it fit, noodles that stick together like petty friends in a group chat, and a layer game strong enough to land me on Top Chef: Unhinged Home Edition.

So, I said, “Bye, tortillas. Hello, lasagna noodles.” Pasta supremacy reigns in this house.

Then the recipe started talking about homemade taco seasoning—like I had time to measure paprika, garlic powder, and a prayer while trying to make dinner before the hunger tantrums start (and I’m talking about my own). So, I grabbed that trusty taco seasoning packet and said, “You’re up, babe.” Ain’t nobody judging around here.

And then… it wanted me to get fancy. Cilantro, sour cream, sliced avocados, the whole “Taco Tuesday in Cabo” experience.

Absolutely not.

I skipped all that fluff and went straight to business:
Ground turkey + taco seasoning packet + one jar of salsa = magic. I cooked that all together like I meant it. Then, I took those noodles, slapped down a layer of the meat mix, threw on some shredded cheese like I was mad at it, added a scoop of creamed corn (don’t come for me unless you’ve tried it—trust the vision), and repeated until the pan looked like something you’d see in a comforting food montage.

Baked it until it was golden, bubbly, and slightly chaotic—just like my personality.

And let me tell you…

That Taco Lasagna slapped harder than my WiFi bill.

It was cheesy. It was hearty. It had attitude. And best of all, it was mine. That’s the beauty of cooking—take what you want, leave what you don’t, and serve it up with a little side of sass.

So if you’re ever looking for a meal that makes no sense but tastes like home? Baby, Taco Lasagna is your new love language.

P.S. I call this recipe “Tacos Gone Wild.” You’re welcome.