Every so often, my North Dakotan ancestry manifests itself in ways other than wearing tropical attire in what passes for the dead of winter around here and laughing at the bundled-up Californians.
Being somewhat draggy and uninspired today (seems like I've had a slow-motion case of the flu the past couple of weeks), but figuring I'll be hungry sometime in the afternoon, I developed an inexplicable hankering for hotdish.
Following the origins of the form rather than the stylized modern incarnation: what do I have that looks like hotdish ingredients?
One lunk of leftover steak. OK, chop it up fine, and in it goes.
Previously cooked brown jasmine rice. That'll do for starch.
Frozen mixed veggies: corn, peas, green beans, baby carrots. Good, though diced carrots would be better. I suppose I could thaw 'em and chop 'em up, but... naw. Dump 'em in as-is.
Sliced mushrooms. Bought those at Trader Joe's with no specific plan, but thinking pizza at the time. Toss in a couple handfuls, and I still have some left for pizza another day.
Update: not exactly Authentic Fargo Cuisine, but pretty tasty.
Shredded Mexican cheese blend. That plus the mushrooms can stand in for Campbell's Cream of Mushroom Soup, right?
Moosh it all together, cover, and set oven to Fahrenheit. (Any number, but be sure is Fahrenheit.) 300 for a couple hours oughtta do the trick.
Meanwhile... work, or gardening? Or shall I take a nap? This slow-motion flu thing is really a drag.