Making Memories In the Kitchen - Green Bean & Hot Dog Casserole

Holidays for me are about reliving memories created in the kitchen, cooking with my mother.

My mother was the casserole queen. Growing up in the ’70s, one-pan dishes were mostly what I thought of as dinner. And boy, were a lot of them … creative. The immediacy and efficacy of a casserole is not lost on me. Cooking a starch, vegetable, and protein (that’s what went into most of mom’s casseroles) in one dish makes a lot of sense.

But for years I wondered why someone who loved food almost as much as I did, and grew up cooking from scratch would, well, “stoop” to such shortcuts? As an adult now, looking back on my mother and her own childhood, it’s easy to understand.

My mother was born in June of 1945, just as WWII was winding down. After years of uncertainty and sacrifice, there was a sense of hope and change. And while things were starting to get a little easier for homemakers with industrial efforts now allowed to refocus their attention on the consumer rather than the war effort, my mother and her family didn’t experience much of that. She grew up poor on a farm, and in addition to working the fields with her brothers, she and her sisters were also responsible for the household chores and the cooking.

Perhaps she would have felt differently about it if everyone else was struggling to make ends meet, but I remember her telling me how ashamed she felt about her clothes, her hairstyle, and the fact that they just didn’t have expendable money to spend on appliances and ingredients that made work easier in the kitchen.

Out on her own and newly married in the late ‘60s, she made up for lost time by buying canned vegetables and pre-packaged bread and cake mixes. By the time she’d had the three of us and had gone back to work, popping a one-dish casserole in the oven at 6:00 p.m. just made sense. 

I will not fault my mother for being lured away from scratch cooking to the convenience of a casserole, but I drew the line at a canned green bean and hot dog dish I referred to as Egg-erroneous. 

If you’ve ever seen Ernest Goes to Camp you’ll recall that the Laurel and Hardy-like camp chef characters were always looking for shortcuts to get food out quickly to the large groups of ungrateful campers. After purchasing some whiz-bang gadget that they loaded up with raw ingredients, they flipped a few switches and turned a few dials, expecting the contraption to bring forth amazing cuisine. What was emitted forcefully instead, were huge globs of nasty, mucusy-looking blobs of yuck that they coined “eggs-erroneous”. For me, this casserole made up of a béchamel (I swear it was just condensed cream of mushroom soup but my sister says I’m wrong), canned green beans, hot dogs and topped with corn flakes and cheddar cheese, was a monstrosity that I wasn’t about to let near my stomach. 

As an experienced eater who was anything but picky growing up, it was painful for me to turn my nose up at a dish that everyone in my family adored. I usually settled on cereal as they spooned the goopy green beans and hot dogs into their grinning mouths. They weren’t phased in the least by my refusal to partake and even started calling it egg-erroneous themselves.

When my mother passed away in 2012, I made it a point to gather up all of her cookbooks and recipes penned on notecards. Growing up in the kitchen with my mother fostered my love of cooking and more than anything, I wanted to make sure the foods that made her happiest lived on in my kitchen.

Yep, there are a lot of casserole dishes, but there are other recipes: her fried chicken, chicken noodle soup (with scratch noodles), her Christmas cookies, Mexican rice, her Navajo Taco recipe … lots of dishes that won out occasionally over the casserole when she had spare time to indulge me.

Not long after her passing, I started getting phone calls from my brother, sister, and even my father, asking if I knew how to make one of their favorite dishes “the way mom used to make it,” and I’d gratefully pass those recipes along to them. But one day my brother called and asked for the recipe for Eggs-Erroneous. I told him, “You realize that’s not what the recipe was really called, right? That was just what I called it.”

“Right, but do you think you can find it?” He pleaded.

I finally found it in an old church pot-luck cookbook. I think it’s called something mundane like “Green Bean & Hot Dog Casserole”. Eggs-erroneous sounds so much better. The original recipe does call for making a bechamel, but I swear Mom even short-cutted that and used cream of mushroom soup.

Fast forward all these years and I’m living with my sister now on her farm in central Washington. My brother and his girlfriend have also moved up to Washington and this is the first Christmas we’ve all spent together since my mom died. I thought it would be fun if we did an Eggs-erroneous cookoff: my sister would do mom’s original version, and I’d do an over-hauled remake of the dish, updating it with ingredients that would entice me to eat it.

Before we tasted them, I told my brother and sister that I knew mom’s original casserole would win, because of the nostalgia surrounding it. They loved it, I made a huge deal of hating it, and the good times we had laughing about it are what makes the dish so memorable.

We sampled both casseroles and all three of us decided it was a tie. Mom’s won for nostalgia, and mine won for more modern flavor.

I’m including both recipes here as a tribute to the love we shared in the past in our kitchens, and for all the great food memories yet to be made. Merry Christmas.


Mom’s Original Green Bean & Hot Dog Casserole
(aka - Eggs-Erroneous)

Heidi’s Modern Green Bean, Andouille Sausage, Mushroom, and Roasted Garlic Casserole

Heidi Roth

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