Just Like Grandma Used to Make

2 May

Sometimes, I think my subject lines are too literal.

For dinner this evening, I made a broccoli casserole that my grandmother used to make for me when I was a kid. It wasn’t some Southern delicacy she learned growing up in Mississippi but one she got out of a popular woman’s magazine like Good Housekeeping or something.

It was part of her effort to get me to eat more veggies, as I was not a fan when I was a kid. Most of the time, I’d eat the tasty casserole goodness, picking around the icky broccoli. But she kept making it, probably in the hopes that some of the broccoli would accidentally make it into my mouth.

This was the first time I’ve ever made it for myself (I substituted some things to lower the fat and calories) and it certainly brought back a lot of memories. My grandmother is a bit of a conundrum for me because my relationship with her was always positive and loving. I don’t ever remember her raising her voice to me or anything.

But I learned later in life about the things she put my mother through as a child and it sort of boggles my mind a bit. It also explains a lot about how my mother ended up how she is. I won’t get into specifics because I am sure my mother would kill me if she learned I wrote about it on the Internet for all 7 of my readers to see.

I will say that appearance was a big, big deal. Not necessarily physical perfection, but the idea that we must never show the world who we really are inside. You should always appear happier, more together, etc. than you feel inside, no matter what the cost. My mother learned to push those feelings down and hide them with food, then passed that skill on to me.

As I sat here eating my casserole, I wasn’t really paying attention to the whole “stop when you are feeling a little full” thing. I wanted to eat as much of it as I could. Partly because I like the taste. Yes, now even the broccoli bits! But also because I wanted to get to feeling full as soon as possible. And when I got there, I wanted to eat a little bit more. Sometimes, I try to lie to myself and say that I just love the taste so much. But nothing tastes that good. I am not sure if it was brought on by memories of my grandmother and mother or just my general dysfunction.

I’ll share the recipe right now but you have to promise to a)call your grandmother if she is still alive, and b)eat it mindfully. 🙂

Ingredients

  • 1 10 oz pkg frozen chopped broccoli thawed & drained (I added a bit more as my bag was bigger and, to me, the point was the veggies)
  • 1 cup fat-free sour cream
  • 1 cup fat-free cottage cheese
  • 1/2 cup Bisquick baking mix (I used the Heart Smart that really isn’t that much smarter but that’s all the store had so I went with it)
  • 1/4 cup margarine or butter (I used Land O’ Lakes whipped butter)
  • 1/2 cup egg substitute (replacement for 2 eggs)
  • 1 tomato, peeled & thinly sliced
  • 1/4 cup grated parmesan cheese

Directions

  • Preheat oven to 350 degrees
  • Grease lightly a square baking dish (8 x 8 x 2″)
  • Spread broccoli in dish
  • Beat sour cream, cottage cheese, Bisquick, butter & eggs substitute with hand beater for one minute
  • Pour over broccoli
  • Arrange tomato slices on top, sprinkle with parmesan
    cheese
  • Bake until golden brown & knife inserted in center comes out clean (about 30-40 minutes)

According to SparkRecipies, if we consider it to make 8 small servings, the nutritional information is as follows:

Amount Per Serving
Calories 128.9
Total Fat 5.8 g
Saturated Fat 3.2 g
Cholesterol 14.1 mg
Sodium 217.5 mg
Potassium 192.4 mg
Total Carbohydrate 12.8 g
Dietary Fiber 1.3 g
Sugars 3.8 g
Protein 8.9 g

Oh, also! Thanks for the lovely comments on my post yesterday. It is nice to know some people are reading!

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One Response to “Just Like Grandma Used to Make”

  1. Gretchen May 3, 2007 at 6:14 pm #

    You were the reason SO long ago that I started a blog. (I have also stopped and started, and stopped and started…) I’m glad to see you back

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