Recipe: mapo tofu lasagne
(the dou bolognese of your dreams)
silky tofu instead of béchamel. chili oil instead of soffritto. mama liang meets nonna.
inspired by @couldeattbh
ingredients
mapo layer (your “ragù”)
1 lb ground pork (or turkey / mushrooms if you’re plant-coded)
2–3 tbsp dou chili snack oil
2 tbsp dou sriracha (optional but peak synergy)
3–4 cloves garlic, minced
1 tbsp ginger, minced
2 tbsp dou hot bean sauce (doubanjiang, you already know)
1–2 tbsp fermented black beans, crushed (optional but god-tier)
1–2 cups stock (chicken or veg)
1 block soft tofu, cut into small cubes
1–2 tsp cornstarch slurry (just enough to thicken)
2 scallions, sliced
salt + white pepper to taste
optional: a tsp of numbing peppercorn for the zing
lasagne assembly
no-boil lasagne sheets (don’t be a hero)
1–1.5 cups shredded mozzarella
½ cup parmesan
extra scallions + sesame seeds for the top
extra snack oil for drizzling (mandatory, sorry)
method
1. make the mapo “ragù”
sauté pork in neutral oil until starting to brown. season w/ salt + white pepper.
add garlic + ginger → cook until fragrant.
add doubanjiang + crushed fermented black beans → fry until the oil stains crimson.
add snack oil + sriracha → stir. the mixture should look morally questionable.
pour in stock → simmer 5–7 min.
gently fold in tofu → try not to pulverize it.
thicken slightly w/ cornstarch slurry.
finish w/ scallions + peppercorn if using.
you want a thick, glossy, chili-flecked sauce that clings like a clingy situationship.
2. assemble the lasagne
in a baking dish:
smear a thin layer of mapo sauce (to prevent sticking).
add pasta sheets.
ladle mapo sauce generously.
sprinkle mozzarella + a little parm.
repeat until you run out of patience or ingredients.
top layer = mapo → mozz → parm → drizzle of snack oil.
3. bake
375°F for ~35–45 min
broil 2 min at the end for crispy edges and that slightly scorched doubianjiang aesthetic.
let it rest 10–15 min so the layers stop behaving like magma.
4. finish
shower w/ scallions, sesame seeds, and a final whisper of snack oil.
serve w/ a side of existential reflection.
tastes like
if lasagne and mapo tofu eloped after a night of poor decisions and great chemistry.