I have been on a sort of a crusade lately to make all the foods my
mom made for us when we were kids. None of my siblings has any
interest in cooking, and I don't want my mom's recipes to die out
when she dies. She's been having a blast teaching me over the phone
to make knaedlach (matzoh-ball) soup, lasagna, pot roast, and on and
on.

There's one dish, though, that was one of my very favorites when I
was a child that I haven't asked her about: Chicken and rice.

The reason I haven't asked her is that I knew the recipe involved at
least one can of Campbell's cream of mushroom soup. Oy.

It's worse than that, as it turns out: One can EACH of cream of
mushroom, cream of chicken, and cream of celery.

I bit the bullet and bought the stuff. I will certainly find the
resulting casserole too salty, but I'm eager to see if I can
recreate my mom's one really trashy offering. Mostly, she cooked
delicious foods from scratch, and still does. Tomorrow night,
though, we're having chicken and rice, and I don't care who knows
it. :-)

(Baking dish. Six chicken thighs. Garlic powder. A layer of sliced
onions. Pour a mixture of the soup, some pepper, 3 cans of water, 3
cans of milk, and 2 cups of uncooked white rice on top. Sprinkle
paprika on top. Bake at 350F for 45-60 minutes, until the chicken
doesn't bleed when you pierce it.)

Serene
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