We try to eat dinner together as a family almost every night, and I guess this isn’t as common as it was when I was growing up. Just this weekend my 14 year old told me that one of the things that makes our family weird is that we eat dinner together as a family. (In case you are wondering, according to my daughter there is a long list of things that make us weird “ not having the TV on all the time, playing games together and going camping in a tent also made the list. I think the homeschooling is so obviously weird she didn’t feel the need to mention it.)
My mother cooked all the time when I was growing up, and when I moved into my first apartment she gave me a recipe book. This was before she owned a computer, so she had typed them all up on a typewriter, photocopied them for all three of her kids, and put them in a notebook. The notebook fell apart a few years ago, but I still have the recipes. Of all the recipes she gave me this is my favorite, and I make it for my family frequently.
- 2 lbs chicken cubes
- 2 Tablespoon oil
- 24 small pearl onions
- 12 oz mushrooms, sliced
- 1 can cream of mushroom soup
- 1/2 cup vermouth
- Pre-heat oven to 350. Brown the chicken in the oil in a skillet. Do it in two batches if necessary, and transfer the chicken to an oven safe casserole.
- Saute the onions and mushrooms in the same skillet for a few minutes, then add to the chicken.
- Deglaze the skillet with a can of mushroom soup. Pour it over the meat in the casserole and add 1/2 c. of vermouth.
- Cover and bake for an hour.
Nutrition facts are estimates.
Amount Per Serving: Calories: 523Saturated Fat: 5gCholesterol: 19mgSodium: 36345mgCarbohydrates: 42gFiber: 3gSugar: 32gProtein: 27g
Actually I modified the recipe a little bit, since my mom never used mushrooms. But I love mushrooms so I always use them, much to my the disappointment of my children. My mother always served this over white rice and all you need to add to complete the meal is a salad. Hopefully someday my kids will appreciate the meals that I make, or at least appreciate the fact that we were weird and ate together as often as possible.