This is the time of year when my nesting gene kicks in and all I want to do it cook. My go-to recipes at this time of year are usually one-pot meals because they save time and energy and are less to clean up afterwards.
Beef Barley Vegetable Soup, Chicken and Stuffing Casserole and Sausage and Rice Bake have been some of my recent favorites, all of which can be eaten out of a deep bowl with a spoon which, in my opinion, adds to the comfort of the dish.
One humbled and beloved comfort food, however, that will never make it to my table is Tuna (gulp) Noodle Casserole. Yes, I love fresh tuna steaks on the grill and I am a tuna on rye girl when I eat at a diner, but put tuna from a can in a thick, creamy sauce ... and serve it HOT? I just can't do it.
I have alot of guilt about banning this concoction from my repitore because, although my children wouldn't touch it with a ten-foot fork, it happens to be one of my husband's favorite foods from his childhood. Perhaps it's just that I haven't found the right recipe for it (in 20 years of marriage), but more likely it's because I find it impossible to cook something I don't enjoy eating myself.
But this is a new year, a fresh start, a new beginning. Maybe this is the year I should put my own negative thoughts of this traditional (shiver) comfort food aside. Maybe I could test a handful of recipes from some well-known cookbook authors. Maybe I could try eating it out at a restaurant where I don't have to see it being prepared. Maybe I could wait until I have a really bad cold to make it so my taste buds won't be on their game.
Maybe I could just call his mother and have her make it for him. That's definitely something I could swallow.
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