After sharing such tasty treats from the Salad Cookbook, Mike decided to peruse the Casseroles volume of the series. Before you run away screaming, I promise there’s no jello.
Mike: Corned Beef Casseroles – PLURAL! *page flipping* ‘Shallow rectangular glass dishes are the backbone of casserole cookery.’
Me: Find me something really gross.
Mike: *giggles* Baked Potatoes in Blankets – you basically take a potato and wrap it in steak.
Mom: And cook the HELL out of it.
Mike: 450 degrees for 120 minutes.
Mom: Who’d have thought 40 year old cookbooks could be so amusing?
Mike: Beef and Cheese Surprise – it calls for mono sodium glutimate. I’m figuring that’s the surprise.
Dad: As in, “where the hell do I find it.”
Mike: I found the recipe for More.
Me: More?
Rocco: What’s in More?
Mike: Ground Beef, olives, onions, macaroni, cream style corn, tomatoes, peas, mushrooms (optional).
Mom: Sound good! I want to try More.
Mike: There are three pages of Bacon Casseroles.
Rocco: Bacon?!?!
Mike: *giggling* Sausage Peanut Pilaf.
Mom: *shudder*
Mike: It has a can of Cream of Mushroom soup. Speaking of soup, I found Five-Can Casserole. Tuna Unusual? It starts with dark corn syrup. *shudder* It’s got tuna and clams.
Mom: I like tuna.
Rocco: I like clams.
Thom: I like and.
Mike: We hit the Game section – Mallard Duck with Bing Cherries.
Thom: That sounds FANCY!
Mike: Rabbit Cacciatore or Squab Casserole? Even better – Montezuma’s Special.
Me: Sounds like Thom yesterday morning.
Mom: The sun is so pretty with the snow!
Thom: Your son is always pretty.
Mike: Here you go Elly, Frankfurter Hash.
Me: Ew.
Mike: It starts with twelve weiners.
Thom: So does a Houston Gang Bang.
Mom: I think hot dogs smell SO GOOD but always taste SO BAD.
Thom: That’s why people spit.
Dad: I like Baked Beans.
Just in case you guys need more More in your lives, I want you to have the recipe. Also because I’m about to drive 10 hours and I need to wrap this shit up.
More
1 1/2 lb. ground beef
1 sm. onion, chopped
1 1/2 c. macaroni, cooked
1 can cream-style corn
1 can tomatoes, drained
1 can peas, drained
1 green pepper, chopped
1 sm. can mushrooms (opt.)
1 can pitted black olives, sliced
Salt and pepper to taste
Grated CheeseFry meat until it changes color; add onion and cook. Add remaining ingredients except cheese; pour into two casseroles. Cover with cheese. Bake 20 minutes at 350 degrees. This casserole freezes well. Yield: 8 – 10 servings.
Wish us luck on the arctic trek north. Hopefully Thom won’t spend the entire drive blowing Bojangles and Mountain Dew laden burps into my face. Otherwise I’ll just have to kill him and spend the rest of my life in a federal pound-me-in-the-ass prison. I like wine too much to spend the rest of my life in prison.
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I miss Bojangles!
A cajun fillet biscuit is about as close to fast food heaven as a girl can get. However after smelling the remnants of said fillet via two gaseous boys for 10 hours, I might not need to eat one ever again.
So that’s what Oliver’s been whining for all this time?!? Doesn’t sound too bad hactually.
Please sir…
MORE! MORE! MORE! That just works in so many ways right now. With food AND beyond.
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I feel like an infomercial: NOW how much would you pay!?!
How will I explain to my kids why I am too ill to cook for them tonight without including the Houston Gang Bang-spitting portion of this eavesdroppers delight post?! (of course, being me, it was my fave part) That entire series of cookbooks should be enshrined somewhere, for a couple of reasons, 1) I would hope that’s the only remaining copy of them 2) so no one can actually attempt to use them for their recipes
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He, he, a set is on it’s way to Bugginword.
You make me nervous. Back away from the computer.
Bwaahahahahaha!
Should I save them for your housewarming gift?
To be fair, I’m not sure there’s a recipe on earth that Thom couldn’t change into sexual innuendo.
MORE would go swimmingly with a nice can of bacon… come on ovah!
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Not surprisingly, we also spent some time discussing the joys of canned bacon. Thank goodness for cans. It’s just so EXHAUSTING to have to refrigerate the stuff.
As a fellow lover of the bruised, crushed and fermented grape (therefore I know what her absence might mean to one’s psyche), if you ever do find yourself Property Of The State, I will bequeath to you my recipe for Pruno. <— passed down from generation to generation.
Plus, I'll show you how to thread your eyebrows and make a shotgun out of your bed posts.
When the apocalypse comes, I totally want to be on your compound. You’ve got some pretty handy skills over there.
I’ve heard the home-made wine is quite good in prison – fear not!
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Fortunately I also know where I can find some yeast to get the fermentation started. Ew. Grossed myself out again.
I don’t know what’s in bacon casserole, but my arteries are hardening just thinking about it.
ME WANT SOME!
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Are you sure its just your arteries hardening?
“It starts with 12 wieners” is a phrase used equally in recipes and in porn synopsis. In both cases, I’d probably avoid them. Well… At least the porn ones.
I might make some More as well. I’m currently working on a recipe for Less. It starts with 12 weiners.
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I totally thought of you and your bday festivities when that one came up. I couldn’t help but wonder if you could somehow include octopus wieners in the presentation of the dish. Side note: I don’t think that would go over well for the porn.
can you slow cook this one? I’m looking for some good slow cooking casseroles, because I bought the stupid thing, so I need to use it!
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