This recipe is going to change the course of our relationship. Right here. Right now.
AND, it’s another Rewind Recipe! Remember when I started this series back in the 1800s? I find vintage recipes from old thrifted cookbooks or my grandmother’s dusty stash, and bring good old cooking methods back to life, honey! (<–that’s what my gran would say. don’t be mad at me.)
SO, the other day as I was sifting through a large stack of paper work in preparation for tax season (I can’t even talk about it or I’ll sob for hours) I noticed this wrinkled, torn and stained sheet of paper hiding under a stack of receipts. In faded, all caps letters at the top it read GRANDMOTHER BLANN’S CHICKEN SPAGHETTI. In other words, the taste of my entire childhood.
Before we go any further, YES THAT IS AMERICAN CHEESE. But it’s deluxe, you guys! Is there such a thing as deluxe American cheese? I feel like it’s an oxymoron. At least, I did until I realized something extremely crucial to the rotation of this planet and the precious lives that dwell on it.
It’s that stupid American cheese that makes the recipe. I swear. (I’m not swearing, Grandmother!) But listen, I almost swapped it out for something more uppity and refined, until I reminded myself that this is a Rewind Recipe, BEVERLY SUE. You don’t mess with history. So at that very moment, I surrendered myself to all the American cheeses of the world. (but it’s deluxe)
The one teeeeensy tweak I made was to use fresh mushrooms instead of canned. I can’t cook with canned mushrooms. Can’t. But if canned mushrooms make you sing with the baby Robins on a warm spring morning, dew eet!
Oh – as far as boiling the whole chicken – I’d definitely recommend it, because you’ll use the chicken water to cook the pasta, and that means extra little flavor parties on your tongue. But if you’re in a weeknight time crunch, a shredded rotisserie works great!
Look at all that American cheese. Just layers and layers and layers on top. You scoff now, but I’m TELLING YOU, there’s something about that old school flavor all melted down in the casserole that will have you howling at the moon in your underpants. Don’t tell my Grandmother I just said that.
Obviously this is family friendly and small hungry human approved.
It’s comfort to the max, back again and beyond.
It makes fantastic leftovers. (I love leftovers)
It’s chicken, pasta and cheese for crying out loud.
And it needs to be your new best friend.
Fist bump, Grandmother!
No, just make a fist, and then you’ll bump mi- never mind.
I’m may or may not be eating this for breakfast right now.