Even though we eat mostly vegetarian and often vegan, we’re omnivores. We’re especially pescatarian, meaning we eat the poor li’l fishies.
As a native of the American Midwest, I’m under contract from birth to make tuna noodle casserole at least once a year under penalty of or else.
So I did.
- some kinda noodles, cooked
- canned tuna, drained, give the juice to the cat
- canned peas
- onion powder
- crushed soda crackers (saltine crackers, regular ol’ crackers)
- can of cream of mushroom soup
Now, of course, the cheese should be Velveeta or a generic florescent orange cheese-like substance, but I didn’t have any, so I used good cheese instead. If I had used perfectly broiled tuna steak, frozen or fresh peas, gently sauteed onions, home-made cream of mushroom soup, and home-made croutons or bread crumbs, I would have been de-aproned and forced to wear a big red F for Fancy-Schmancy sewn to my shirt. As it is, I barely squeaked by the Inspector General.
ANYWAY, you mix it all together and bake it until it’s bubbly.
Sticks to your ribs.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: What is a recipe that’s peculiar — if peculiar is the word I want — for the part of the world your main character comes from? Does your character like that dish or not? Does that dish stir up nostalgia, whether the character actually likes it or not?