Cheese and Broccoli Casserole
1 1/2 lbs. of chicken breast
1/4 cups of flour
2 cups of steamed broccoli
2 cups cooked rice
1 can cheese broccoli soup
1/2 teaspoon of thyme
1/2 teaspoon of garlic powder
1/2 cup of milk
1/2 teaspoon of pepper
1/4 teaspoon of salt
1/4 cup of white cooking wine
salt and pepper to add taste
3 tablespoons of olive oil
preheat oven to 350 degrees and heat olive oil in skillet over medium heat
mix flour ,thyme, salt and pepper in mixing bowl
cut chicken into 2 strips coated in flour
cook until brown and deglaze with white wine
mix soup and milk and add chicken. reduce heat and simmer for five minutes
combine rice and broccoli in a 9 inch round casserole dish
source: famly recipe
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The first time I had my dad’s recipe for cheese and broccoli casserole, the flavor burst inside my mouth and furthermore, it became my favorite dish in the world. The first time I had this magnificent dish was about one week after Christmas. My neighborhood settled down after the holiday cheer ceased, and the town was in peace and completely quiet.
The house was pleasant and it was noon, about time for lunch in our family. We ate and had a conversation on the couch while watching the Bengals play against the 49ers. Off the topic about football, my dad popped the question about what we wanted for dinner tonight. We asked what the options were and what was available. Or dad gave us three choices, but the one that struck us as odd was the recipe for cheese and broccoli casserole.
We asked our dad what it was and he responded,” it is a delightful dish. I had it every once and a while as a kid and I think you’ll really enjoy it.” So we chose that for our dinner tonight. About a few hours later we heard something beeping in the oven, so we rushed downstairs in excitement to see what it was. As my dad pulled it out of the oven I caught a glimpse of its wonder. It looked like the best entrée I have ever seen in my life.
I sat eagerly at the dinner table awaiting the arrival of the dish. I could tell it was coming because I could smell the scent of it coming this way. The entrée was plopped down in front of me, and I dug my spoon into it like a shovel plunging itself into a pile of dirt. I lifted the fork as a it entered my mouth. It was like an explosion of flavor slowly taunting my taste buds. As the tip of the fork touched the tip of my tongue, a spark of wonder ignited inside my mouth.
The feedback I gave my father was wonderful and I told him that he could make this dish any day of the week. i cheered in wonderful delight like a toddler at his first birthday. I honestly knew inside that this would be the dish that would always cheer me up on bad days.
Submitted by: "Gavin D."