Sarah Nelson - Slow Foodie |
There are so many things that can separate us if we let them: race, politics, religion, gender, sexuality.
But the one I’m going to concentrate on today is the most timeless debate of them all: Dog Person vs. Cat Person.
I am a dog person. There you go. Now half of you probably hate me, but keep reading anyway. Brandon loves cats. I’m assuming. I don’t really know.
I honestly have nothing against cats except that their dander makes my sinuses fill up like a cop at Krispy Kreme. (That was wrong. I apologize, but it was also funny so feel free to chuckle. We’re all friends here.) Despite my allergies, when I was a kid, my sister had a pet cat: a Persian with four white feet very creatively named Mitten. He was a nice cat, and in general, I liked him. There was one thing I did not like however. His food. Oh….my……word, gag me with a fork. Worst chore ever: feeding the cat.
You could argue I suppose that dog food is just as bad. But you’d be wrong, and I can prove it. Once I ate dry dog food on a dare. It wasn’t terrible, and if you were to open up a can of Pedigree, you’d see that if you put it in a bowl and popped it in the microwave, it’d look a lot like Dinty Moore beef stew. If the zombie apocalypse were to happen, I could probably eat that too….but not cat food. Nope. I’d starve first.
So that’s it then. That’s what made me a dog person instead of a cat person: dander and disgusting smelling canned cat food.
“But, Sarah, “ I hear you saying, “What does this have to do with people food, recipes, the reason you have this gig in the first place?” Bear with me.
When I grew up, I met the perfect guy, and being a smart cookie, I married him. I was a dog person. He was a dog person. Everything was perfect. And then one day, I walked into our kitchen, minding my own business and was immediately horrified by what I saw, or rather what I smelled.
After Ron convinced me to leave the corner where I was curled in the fetal position, rocking repetitively and suffering dry heaves, he asked me what was wrong. So I told him…….he was eating cat food!
You’re horrified, aren’t you? I was. He told me then as I’m telling you now that it was only tuna fish, but my nose never lies. It was cat food.
This has been a major hurdle in our marriage: a man who eats tuna fish from a can, and a woman who gags at the mere whiff of tuna. We learned to cope somehow. I thought we had moved past it, but then, a few years later, he tested me again. He came to me with a request.
“Do you think you could make tuna noodle casserole for me?” he said oh-so-sweetly.
And here’s the thing about love: you learn how to make sacrifices. Yes, I told him. I could make it, but there’s no way I could eat it.
And so, that’s my crockpot recipe of the week: Tuna Noodle Casserole. I think that because it is made in a crock pot with aromatic veggies like celery and onions, it really cuts down on that tuna smell. Once I get past draining the cans (hold breath & keep one hand over mouth the whole time, just in case), it’s not too bad. So even non-tuna lovers can make it even if they can’t bear to eat it.
The most important thing is he loves it, and I made some recent modifications recently that had him claiming: “It’s the best you’ve ever made.”
Tuna Noodle Casserole (in a crockpot!)
Adapted from “The Everything Slow Cooker Cookbook” by Margaret Kaeter
Which everyone should run right out and buy!
Ingredients:
3 cans of water-packed tuna (drained)
3 hard boiled eggs
1 can of cream of mushroom soup
1 can of cream of celery soup
2 stalks of celery
1 medium onion
1 cup frozen mixed vegetables (thawed)
2 cups egg noodles (cooked)
1 cup of Keebler Club Multi-grain crackers (crushed)
Instructions:
1) Drain tuna. Chop hard boiled eggs, celery and onion. Cook noodles. Crush crackers. Thaw frozen veggies.
2) Throw all ingredients into the crock pot and give a good stir.
3) Cook on low for 6-10 hours.
4) Enjoy!
Happy eating! Well, for some of you.
Sarah
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