I’m not homesick right now. I’m just….home reminiscent.
I went home for the weekend to meet baby Mattias. He is absolutely gorgeous and I’m convinced he already has a sense of humour. For example, I told him not to bite the breast that feeds him and HE SMILED AT ME. That boy is going to fit right in.
Now that we’ve talked about breasts, let’s talk about dinner. To Mattias, they’re one and the same!
Oh god, I’m so sorry.
Anywho. When I’m home reminiscent I make Classy Chicken. Isn’t that just the worst name? This chicken is totally not classy. It’s a delicious broccoli and chicken casserole that tastes like heaven. Mom has made it for years. Since I’ve moved out I’ve altered it a little from the original Best of Bridge recipe.
PS it’s not healthy.
PPS I didn’t take a picture because it’s ugly, as only the best casseroles are. Sue me.
6 boneless, skinless chicken thighs
3 heads of broccoli, about 4 cups of florets
2 cans cream of chicken soup
1 cup mayonnaise
2 tsp curry powder
2 tsp lemon juice
2 cups shredded cheddar cheese (more if you’re crazy like me)
Preheat your oven to 350 degrees. Place the chicken thighs on a baking sheet covered with foil. Season with salt and lots of pepper. Bake the thighs for 15-20 minutes, until cooked through. Set aside to cool slightly.
Place the broccoli florets in a large casserole dish (mine is about 9×13). Bake for 15 minutes. Set aside.
Meanwhile, mix together the cream of chicken soup, mayo, curry powder and lemon juice.
Shred the chicken thighs with two forks into large chunks (you could also just cut them up into slices). Lay the chicken evenly over the broccoli in the baking dish. Cover the chicken with the sauce. Sprinkle the cheese evenly over the top.
Bake the whole thing for 30 minutes, until it’s bubbling. I turn on the broiler for the last two minutes to maximize the crunchy cheese deliciousness. Serve over rice if you want to be like a Kostenko.
This amount will serve 4-6 very hungry Alex type people, or 8 normal hungry people. Halving the recipe would serve 4 normal people. None of that made any sense.
Thanks for visiting Stuck in the North, where the math is bad but the cheese is plentiful.