Having been a young child in the Sixties, it’s an instinctive fear, every time I’m in a dinner situation where everyone contributes, that someone will show up with some sort of vegetable baked in Cream of Mushroom Soup. Maybe topped by those horrible chrome yellow crunchy things. (What were those? Onions? Potato sticks?)
In the Sixties, somebody’s mother always made this dish. And it haunts a certain generation to this day.
My friends are all gourmet cooks who tend to buy organic and local.
But still the fear persists.
These are those yellow crunchy things. A Google search tells me they are canned French fried onions.
Here’s hoping your Thanksgiving is Campbell’s Soup-Less!
Someone – P. J. O’Rourke, I’m guessing – once proposed a recipe for something called “Girlfriend Chicken,” to be used by guys who were trying to persuade women that despite their appearance they could actually be sort of domesticated.
Requirements: three or four skinless, boneless chicken breasts; one can of Campbell’s Cream of Mushroom Soup; one Crock-Pot or equivalent. Preparation: excruciatingly obvious.
I suppose it says something that I actually remember this.
And this was supposed to impress girls?
Like guys have any idea what impresses girls?