I do the overwhelming majority of the cooking around here, since H can only cook bachelor food. His fave meal that I make is chili, because I am the ace at it. I think my chili con carne is so good, that I’d enter it into cookoffs if they happened anywhere near me. But I’m certainly not schlepping my chili and fixin’s down to Texas. I hear it’s hot and racist down there. 😉
Tonight though, H wants his second favorite meal–which is abbreviated thanksgiving. I take a whole mess of veggies and mix them with a bag of Pepperidge Farm cornbread stuffing. Add chicken stock and bake–serve with gravy that came out of a jar. That’s right, a jar. You wanna fight about it? Sometimes I mix in some ground chicken, but today I’m keeping the ground chicken on the side for portion control. Meat is expensive, you know. With it, we’re having green bean casserole. H friggin loves green bean casserole–and like many African Americans, he had never heard of it as a kid.
This is a discovery that I made in my adult life–that the Campbells cookbook from 1968 didn’t make it out of middle-class white neighborhoods. When H and I first got married, H’s grandmother asked me for the recipe after having it at her new church. She was the 3rd or 4th black person I knew who had never heard of it, despite being part of casserole culture. As far as I knew–if you knew about tuna casserole, you should also know about green bean casserole. Not so, though.
Like most people, I make personal adjustments to my green bean casserole. I always use frenched green beans out of a can, and more mushrooms than the recipe calls for (I loves mushers). I use cream of chicken mushroom instead of regular cream of mushroom. I also add sour cream and a healthy couple of shakes of Kraft parmesan. No fresh foods to be found, really. I stir it twice during cooking. Then of course the crunchy onions–which H would put on everything but breakfast cereal if he could.
In other news, my short story, “Raja” has been accepted by an anthology called “Not Your Average Monster.” I had a feeling it would be a good fit for them if they liked it. I did a lot of work on this one before submitting, since another pub (that folded before they could publish it) made me edit it down to absurd proportions. So I’m pretty stoked for this fleshed out version to be getting some ink. Yay!Tags: america, cooking, h, horror, publishing, scribing, wednes past