Well don’t cha know. This is soo belly rumbly-I’m-goonna-eat-the-whoole-thing great, ya shure you betcha.
Being from Minnesota, I want to speak to my Midwestern culture here on the blog with things like goulashes. Or on the other hand more precisely: express my undying adoration. Which quite advances the erroneous generalization that all Minnesotans spread their entryways and windows with plastic, wrap up in their hottest reindeer-designed sweaters, stroll around murmuring “no doubt shure you betcha” while continuing to heat comfortable meals and hot dishes throughout the entire winter. Gracious pause. That’s, um, my life.
Thus I gladly bring you today the nourishment of my Midwestern childhood… The Casserole. However, it’s kind of a mashup of my previous existence and current, since, you know, QUINOA and everything.