I don't care what anyone says, I'm a fan of the starches. And the carbs. I never stood a chance between the Spam & fried potatoes and the tuna casserole of my youth.
For the 18 years that I haven't lived at home, I"ve requested beef and noodles or chicken and noodles with mashed potatoes almost every time I go home. It's my go-to comfort food. Give me egg noodles or give me eternal discomfort! Something like that. You get my point.
Just like the yeasts, the bobbins, the gravies and the whole poultries, I somehow placed this meal into a category of fear and trembling. It seemed to me like something only my mom could pull off. So I never tried.
Granted, I've still never lived to stuff a cavity, but I'm starting to realize that the conspiracies of the elder generations run deep. Turns out, it's easier to make beef and noodles than Tuna Helper, and I would know.
To make matters more glorious, my friend Alison made BBQ Green Beans for me last year and my world was changed forever.
So what you'll find below is the perfect Sunday Dinner. Or Thursday With Friday Left-Overs, as the case may be.
As the wise Cookie Monster might warn, this is a sometimes meal, not an all-the-time meal. But it's a crowd-pleaser. And I will personally attest to the fact that you will not need a late-night snack later on. (That almost never happens.)
(Looks grody, right? Well, it ain't.)
Use the back of the spoon to break up the meat, continue to simmer.
At this point, you want some extra broth with the noodles, but not too much. I drained a bit of mine off.
I personally like my noodles to have a thicker, creamier texture. So...
Continue to cook on low and the broth will take on a creamy, thicker level of magnificence. At this point, I add some parsley flakes (fancy!) and salt a pepper to taste.
Booyah. You're done.
Your beans should be barbecuey and delicious and read to eat.
I've had trouble mastering homemade mashed potatoes in the past, but they are one of my love languages, so I've stubbornly refused to give up. I'll never understand why it took me so long, but I finally found the best technique and I love it.
What's your go-to comfort food? What's the meal that takes you back to your roots?
I've got all night here, people. And I love almost nothing more than talking food.