Let the mocking begin

I have been on a sort of a crusade lately to make all the foods my mom made for us when we were kids. None of my siblings has any interest in cooking, and I don't want my mom's recipes to die out when she dies. She's been having a blast teaching me over the phone to make knaedlach (matzoh-ball) soup, lasagna, pot roast, and on and on.

There's one dish, though, that was one of my very favorites when I was a child that I haven't asked her about: Chicken and rice.

The reason I haven't asked her is that I knew the recipe involved at least one can of Campbell's cream of mushroom soup. Oy.

It's worse than that, as it turns out: One can EACH of cream of mushroom, cream of chicken, and cream of celery.

I bit the bullet and bought the stuff. I will certainly find the resulting casserole too salty, but I'm eager to see if I can recreate my mom's one really trashy offering. Mostly, she cooked delicious foods from scratch, and still does. Tomorrow night, though, we're having chicken and rice, and I don't care who knows it. :-)

(Baking dish. Six chicken thighs. Garlic powder. A layer of sliced onions. Pour a mixture of the soup, some pepper, 3 cans of water, 3 cans of milk, and 2 cups of uncooked white rice on top. Sprinkle paprika on top. Bake at 350F for 45-60 minutes, until the chicken doesn't bleed when you pierce it.)