So I kept it classic!
Sort of. A little bit. With a smidge of embellishments. But nothing weird. Maybe.
Actually, I feel the need to tell you straight up immediately this second that there IS a can of condensed soup in this. Don’t delete me from your life! I couldn’t help it. When I read the ingredients on the can as my soul fairies guided me to do, I said out loud to no one in the aisle, “Eh, it’s not that bad. Let’s live today!”
Guys it was either condensed soup or crack cocaine, so.
Check it! Pretty straightforward. The only tiny tweakeroos are a nicer cheese (aged white cheddar! but use anything that makes you sing.), onion powder (I used this because I didn’t have an onion, but you can definitely dice up an onion and violently throw it in.), and homemade buttery breadcrumbs (you can absolutely use panko if you’re trying to get through that discounted package you bought a year ago at Trader Joe’s.)
Another thing. I TRIED to make this with uncooked rice. Over and over. And it just got beyond obnoxious to figure out that ish, so I went back to the basics, and cooked the dang rice. And all was well in the world and my soul.
You’ll just mix the cooked white rice, the broccoli (that you’ll sort of chop down to make the florets more bite-sized and not ancient tree trunks), the condensed soup (JUST BE HAPPY ABOUT THIS), onion powder, GRATED garlic (like with a mandolin if you have one), a big pinch of salt and the milk!
Then spread the broccoli mix in a casserole dish, and nestle the chicken tenderloins down all in it everywhere. You can def use breasts or thighs here. I just found the tenderloins to be rather adventurous on this particular day in early January of 2019.
Sprinkle allllll that grated aged white cheddar over the dish, then sprinkle with the buttery breadcrumbs that you just whipped together in a little skillet.
And you may ask yourself, “Where is that large automobile?”
Wait, that’s something else.
And you may ask yourself, “But will those breadcrumbs burn!?”
Naw, dude. They’ll just crisp up even more and deepen in color. You’re all good.
In a hot oven for 30. BAM.
Cheese is browned and bubbly. Breadcrumbs are little crispy jewels of mouth glory waiting to be discovered on thy tongue. Chicken is gorgeously tender, and the broccoli pops in color and cooks so perfectly in the milk mix that you feel like punching something.
I’ll get out of your way.
I tried to get a better photo without a dangling broccoli leg, but alas. This is life.
I NEED you to make this. For the sake of WINTER, your love of COMFORT, the fact that we’re IMAGINARY BEST FRIENDS. Or heck, do it for the children.
It’s supposed to snow this weekend. Now you know how to handle this. ^^
I mentioned that mama said knock you out, right?