I think everyone has a meal that weaves it way through childhood memories. That iconic dish that symbolizes comfort and family. Mine is tuna rice casserole. Rice. Tuna. Cream of mushroom soup. Stir together and microwave until warm.
I can't think of tuna rice casserole without thinking of my moms 3 piece glass casserole dish. I imagine it smugly sitting in our over-sized black microwave, back-lit and beautiful.
I can understand why my mom gravitated to such a simple meal. 3 ingredients, stirred together, and popped in the microwave. What could be simpler? And with 6 kids, simple was a necessity.
