Midwestern Chicken and Noodles over Mashed Potatoes and My 8 Year Blogiversary!
Spoon chicken and noodles over what? Mashed potatoes, really! Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it!
It isn’t soup, it’s not a potpie, it’s a hotdish ~ it’s thick and creamy noodles topping a mound of mashed potatoes.
Creamy, rich gravy smothers bites of savory chicken, chewy noodles and mashed potatoes. You haven’t eaten Midwestern food until you eat this for supper!
We like mushrooms with the noodles, skip them if you don’t. Chop up and add carrots or celery, if you desire. I poached chicken breasts, but I’ve also picked the meat off a rotisserie chicken when in a hurry.
It may not make a pretty picture, but it more than makes up for it in goodness. And if you have leftovers, it’s your lucky day!
Chicken and noodles over mashed potatoes is a great hearty homestyle one-dish meal for a crisp evening, any day of the week!
As a side note ~ I was recently reminded that I have been blogging for 8 years now. I started this blog October 29, 2009, that's a lot of posts! Back then, I just wanted a way to organize and document family recipes.
I look back and cringe at some early posts, the writing, the photos. But what makes up for that is the great people I have virtually "met" along the way. I feel like I truly know many of you who share the same passion I do: food.
I've seen a lot of blogs come and go over the years and I've learned a lot along the way from reading what you share ~ whether your travels, books you've read, music you like, food from your kitchen or in restaurants, I've enjoyed it all!
Thank you for all for visiting here and your positive comments!
And I give a special thank you to our older son, Bill, Jr., Bubba here on my blog, for helping me to start it all! Couldn't have done it without you, son!
Here's to 8 more years...
We went for Sunday rides in the Model-T when my grandmother didn't visit. My parents liked the orange groves, miles and miles of orange trees always either in blossom or full of oranges. My parents had a picnic basket and a metal chest. In the metal chest were frozen cans of fruit on dry ice, and in the picnic basket were weenie and liverwurst and salami sandwiches, potato chips, bananas and soda-pop. The soda-pop was shifted continually back and forth between the metal box and the picnic basket. It froze quickly, and then had to be thawed.
~ Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye