I grew up in a small town and went to many, many church basement suppers. A staple at these suppers was hotdish, which you likely call casserole.
A dish that was always there was a rather bland mixture of hamburger, macaroni noodles, and tomato sauce. My mother, actually my whole family, hated it; I loved it.
I have been in search of this recipe for years. Some people called the hotdish goulash, but it was nothing like the goulash recipes I looked at. Friends would tell me their mother had the recipe, but I never actually got it from anyone.
Anyway, my desire for this comfort food kind of went up and down. But with this pregnancy, I decided I MUST HAVE THIS HOTDISH. NOW!
So, back to the Internet I went. I searched and searched and finally came across the Goddess at A Fridge Full of Food. I e-mailed her and she got back to me with lightening speed … AND the recipe.
I’m thinking of leaving Norman for her.
Anyway … I couldn’t make it right away, becauses there were sautéed onions involved and I thought I might barf at the smell of those. (See previous post about hating all smells.) But the other day I finally made it and …
Just liked I remembered it from years before.
It was almost as good as the pint of vanilla swiss almond Häagen-Dazs ice-cream that I hid in the back of the freezer and selfishly ate all by myself.
Oh, like you wouldn’t do it.