For dinner tonight I'm making my classic Grandma Beef Rice Casserole. I love it. My family tolerates it. It is both delicious and too easy for words. I have tweaked it to my specifications. Hope you don't mind, Granny.
My afore mentioned Grandmother -- truly, truly delightful in every conceivable way -- also made a dish called "Vomit Casserole." That's right. Vomit. As in barf. She just thought that was so funny. I never thought it was funny. Ever. It makes me feel funny just thinking about it. And even though my Granny was a chef extraordinaire (lots o' practice), I simply could not eat that Vomit Casserole.
One other thing: when I ate at Granny's she always made me drink a glass of milk. I HATE milk! I thought that would ease up when I was no longer a child. Nope. She always insisted on the glass of milk. A FULL glass. I truly dislike milk, and think that was kind of mean.
So now I don't ever drink milk with my dinner. Sorry, Grandma. But I do make Beef Rice Casserole!!! And will for the rest of my natural life. The recipe even has little notes written on it from when I called you for advice.
I love you, Grandma.