From photos, Joe looks pretty wiry. Is he, Aimee?
Totally. He's got the metabolism of a hummingbird. He's only about 2 inches bigger in his pants size than he was in high school
If he were a chick, I 'd hate him.
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From photos, Joe looks pretty wiry. Is he, Aimee?
Totally. He's got the metabolism of a hummingbird. He's only about 2 inches bigger in his pants size than he was in high school
If he were a chick, I 'd hate him.
The Maine side of the family would call that slumgullion, too, and would add a little parmesan cheese. I do like the Mac Chewy title, though.
I wish my husband would eat casseroles (and soups and fish and vegetables) because I miss them.
Last night the alumni director here fell end over teakettle down the stairs, during an alumni event, in an outfit that probably cost more than the Bluebook value of my car. She stood up and said she was okay, but it looked quite painful. I haven't seen her today, yet.
I have a really easy casserole recipe. It needs a catchy title. It's chicken, rice, cream of whatever soup, frozen veggies, and cheese. Not fancy, but plenty tasty.
I think you should call it "Chicken, Rice, Cream of Whatever, Frozen Veggies, & Cheese."
Amy Liz, my Mom made the same "goulash".
Isn't Chop Suey American Chop Suey.
Chop Suey was invented in America, so yeah. Unless it migrated to China or something.
Isn't Chop Suey American Chop Suey.
Silly ita, that's Chinese-American Chop Suey. This is even more blandly Americanish. Still, that's another reason Mac Chewy is the clear winner in the name sweeps.
Oh, so very glad my mother only had the one casserole recipe. Although, she also made goulash. This may have been a factor in my learning to cook pretty early on.
No likey slumgully, chop suey, soupy-curry dishes, casserole, hot dish, etc.. I think it's a texture/waaaay too many flavors at once thing.
We had the same goulash. Still a favorite.
We had chop suey out of a can until my family started "stir frying" in electric frying pans. I still love those crunchy noodle things.
Our baked mac and cheese had breadcrumbs and tomatoes on top. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
No likey slumgully, chop suey, soupy-curry dishes, casserole, hot dish, etc.. I think it's a texture/waaaay too many flavors at once thing.
My husband threatens to open a cafe called the Beige Bistro where he would serve all of his favorite foods: chicken, mashed potatoes, bread, etc.
I never had it as a kid, but DH makes it for himself when he's home alone. He calls it chili-mac. The only thing my mom ever made with canned cream soup was tuna casserole. (Name upgraded to "tuna shit" when we hit high school.)
Mine isn't a casserole. It's really like a ragu, without the spices.