They call me the casserole queen. Well, not really. No one has ever called me that. It’s actually the first time I have ever used that term.
I make a lot of casseroles.
‘And, why do you make a lot of casseroles Mama Burde?’
Thanks for asking…
Before we had baby Burde #2 I went through a phase where I never mixed our foods for dinner. Example of a Burde nest’s dinner about a year or so ago: chicken, corn, potatoes and probably a salad. (The salads have stuck because that is one vegetable I can always count on the hubs eating.)
Example of a Burde nest’s dinner for about the last six months: chicken, corn, pasta, all mixed together in some sort of concoction that allows me to call it a casserole. (I am also known unlovingly as the Cream of Chicken queen.)
The major reason I make casseroles (in or out of a crock pot) is because the hour or so before dinner is probably one of the busiest times for me. The girls are getting up from a nap with energy and I’m trying to keep them entertained while I get dinner made. It used to be very easy with our handy-helper toddler, but the babe just isn’t quite ready for the apron yet.
So I have this saying: if isn’t in a casserole or a crock pot, it’s not going to get done.
So who are we giving credit to? Me? The infamous casserole queen?
Ahhhhhh…no. My husband.
I provide a limited variety for dinner each night, especially when it comes to meat. As Chris Farley would say in one of the best movies of all time, Tommy Boy, ‘Chicken or chicken?’ I choose chicken. Every.single.night.
My husband sits down blind for dinner almost every night. And, he eats whatever I cook. He likes meat. I like veggies. If I am to eat meat it’s going to be chicken. I can’t remember the last time I have cooked a steak. I am confident in saying I have never cooked a steak (or ordered one at a restaurant).
I am afraid of steak. There, I said it.
I am afraid because I don’t know how in the world I would cook it. Chicken is easy. And I have mastered it. My BFF Bobby Flay told me not to flip it a bunch of times while cooking it and my husband told me to sear it first to keep it juicy. It’s works!
If I went to the store to buy steak to cook, one of two things would happen:
- I would buy the worst cut of red meat ever produced and present it to my hopeful husband as a delicious steak.
- I would buy THE most expensive steak known to man and cook the living heck out if it until it resembled my husband’s shoe.
So what will I do? Continue to cook chicken until my family goes on chicken strike and forces me to cook something else? No, I will face my fears and cook a steak – make that two. One for my husband and…one for my husband to have as leftovers…not really, I will-I will try to eat it.
My goal is to cook the poor man a steak by the end of the year. And since it’s December 16 I’d better get going! (This is where you rescue a helpless burde by posting some of your easy and delicious steak recipes).