I was just enlightened as to a food abomination out of every heart surgeon's worst nightmare: the tater tot casserole.
It involves putting some tater tots in the bottom of a casserole dish. One then adds mushroom soup, coats with cheese and perhaps adds some ham or smokies (those little weiners in a can). Bake and serve.
But wait! I've also found some other variations of the recipe just in case that one didn't tickle your fancy. You can use ground chicken or beef, put the tater tots on the top or the bottom, and you can even microwave the entire thing instead of cooking it in the oven.
Not surprisingly, the ethnic origin of the tater tot casserole is... *drumroll*... American! And here I was thinking it was a favourite in Peru.
I don't know about you, but I can't even hear the ingredients listed off without feeling my arteries hardening. There's something about fried, chemically-altered potatoes mixed with creamed soup, oodles of cheese and fatty meat that makes this feel like coronary suicide.
Of course, I come from the land of poutine. Observe: fries smothered in cheese curds and gravy. To have the real stuff, it must have real cheese curds. Anyone who's had it with shredded cheese has been scammed and should get their money back. It's not legit without the curds, yo.
While some might argue that poutine is just as bad, let me ask you: Could so many Quebeckers be wrong?
Oh, wait. That whole separatist thing. Riiiiight.
Anyway, tater tot casserole is a frightening dish that should have never seen the inside of an oven - conventional or otherwise.
Some other frightening dishes
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In other news, Gutsy had his first speech therapy appointment today. He was a big boy and wore his hearing aids the entire time we were there (no small feat). I bribed him with a trip to the park afterwards and that seemed to work. We have another session next Thursday. I'm hoping this will help him with his pronunciation. The boy has a great vocabulary but I can't understand him 25% of the time. And I'm his mom, which means that for most people it's probably more like half the time.
I want to be in speech therapy. I want to spend an hour with a nice lady who lets me play fishing games. I want to look at pictures of things and tell her what they are. I want to play bingo. I want that nice lady to tell me I'm doing a good job.
During any appointment I go to I'm either in pain or the specialist is going to do something that causes me pain or I'm worried that if I don't go I'll end up in pain. My dentist doesn't make a game out of doing a root canal. My doctor doesn't amuse me with puppets when she administers a pap.
Life isn't fair, I tell you.
I should go make dinner. It will not involve tater tots, smokies or cheese curds. My heart beats for another day.
It involves putting some tater tots in the bottom of a casserole dish. One then adds mushroom soup, coats with cheese and perhaps adds some ham or smokies (those little weiners in a can). Bake and serve.
But wait! I've also found some other variations of the recipe just in case that one didn't tickle your fancy. You can use ground chicken or beef, put the tater tots on the top or the bottom, and you can even microwave the entire thing instead of cooking it in the oven.
Not surprisingly, the ethnic origin of the tater tot casserole is... *drumroll*... American! And here I was thinking it was a favourite in Peru.
I don't know about you, but I can't even hear the ingredients listed off without feeling my arteries hardening. There's something about fried, chemically-altered potatoes mixed with creamed soup, oodles of cheese and fatty meat that makes this feel like coronary suicide.
Of course, I come from the land of poutine. Observe: fries smothered in cheese curds and gravy. To have the real stuff, it must have real cheese curds. Anyone who's had it with shredded cheese has been scammed and should get their money back. It's not legit without the curds, yo.
While some might argue that poutine is just as bad, let me ask you: Could so many Quebeckers be wrong?
Oh, wait. That whole separatist thing. Riiiiight.
Anyway, tater tot casserole is a frightening dish that should have never seen the inside of an oven - conventional or otherwise.
Some other frightening dishes
* * *
In other news, Gutsy had his first speech therapy appointment today. He was a big boy and wore his hearing aids the entire time we were there (no small feat). I bribed him with a trip to the park afterwards and that seemed to work. We have another session next Thursday. I'm hoping this will help him with his pronunciation. The boy has a great vocabulary but I can't understand him 25% of the time. And I'm his mom, which means that for most people it's probably more like half the time.
I want to be in speech therapy. I want to spend an hour with a nice lady who lets me play fishing games. I want to look at pictures of things and tell her what they are. I want to play bingo. I want that nice lady to tell me I'm doing a good job.
During any appointment I go to I'm either in pain or the specialist is going to do something that causes me pain or I'm worried that if I don't go I'll end up in pain. My dentist doesn't make a game out of doing a root canal. My doctor doesn't amuse me with puppets when she administers a pap.
Life isn't fair, I tell you.
I should go make dinner. It will not involve tater tots, smokies or cheese curds. My heart beats for another day.