I don’t want to be right.
GREEN BEAN CASSEROLE. oh yeah.
It’s gray-a hue we can agree, that food shouldn’t be.
It has the consistency of fresh vomit.
I don’t like onions in any size bigger than my pinky nail.
So for years I passed this dish around the holiday table with a polite smile but never tasted it. I even mocked it in my ignorance. It was just a kitschy throwback dish, something we served only because we still had elders at the table who remembered it fondly from 1964.
And I don’t remember why I finally tried it a few years ago? Curiosity gets us all, I guess. All I know is that I was promptly kicking myself for years of wasted opportunities. This glop is downright tasty!
All the magazines this time of year have “updated” recipes, promising to replace that “nasty green bean casserole made with (gasp!) condensed soup”
I have seen healthy versions of it around, with lovely fresh beans and a homemade roux and even a non-fried topping. I considered it for oh, about 4 seconds. But I decided hey, it is once a year…
I can indulge.
I choose to admit to unrefined taste buds on the Internet.
I will embrace my inner trailer park.
We are driving to Portland for Thanksgiving tomorrow and there will be 10 of us eating dinner. How many will actually even eat this casserole? Two.
I am so glad my brother was raised as badly as I was, so I can make this “just for Brian”.
He once confessed to me “I could eat it cold for breakfast.”
Hey. There’s no shame in that, brother. You hold your head high!
(what’s YOUR favorite Thanksgiving food?)