Lately though, I've been peering through my Grandma's church cook book and beginning to wonder if those church basement cooks really had a good thing going. They may not be fancy or use trendy ingredients, but boy, are they easy, fast, and make the house smell good in a hurry. As I wrote out my grocery list last week, I chose three recipes that I thought would be a good introduction for my kids to the joys of hotdish. They love goulash when Ron's mom serves it, can dig a tater-tot hotdish here and there, and Gus even ate a mushroom in lasagna the other night. They're learning to eat mixed foods (most little kids like their food separated from the other food on the plate.)
I chose Spaghetti Bake, A Chicken/Rice/Creamy/Waterchestnut one, and a Taco Casserole. I bought the ingredients for all and figured that I would save myself some pre-dinner labor if I could prepare these earlier, then get one in the oven an hour before dinner. Today I made the first two, serving one for lunch and placing the other in the freezer for later.
Louise's face above tells you how they liked it. Love at first warm noodly bite. Give those church basement mamas a high FIVE! (Don't worry, Stef, I still prefer the sautes, but for the cold months when Ron is working so much, this just may help me make it through the day!)
That's pineapple, not hotdish. A lazy Sunday... still in jammies at noon. All of us.
"You're right Mom, this is good." That's one happy customer.