And God Said “Thou Shalt Eat Thine Casserole Without Complaint”

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Today is the first Friday of Lent. Catholics and other religions mark the 40 days before Easter (actually 46, but Sundays aren’t included) with various forms of atonement and self-denial. The rules have relaxed considerably with time. When my parents were children the devout were still into some serious fasting, whereas during my childhood, things centered mostly on not eating meat on Fridays. Thankfully, children are no longer terrified that they’ll spend eternity in hell for a beef jerky.

I was raised Catholic, but I no longer practice. Some things, however, have remained etched in my psyche. If I were to pop into a Catholic mass, muscle memory would take over and I could recite my lines perfectly. And, to this day, I feel guilty if I eat meat on Fridays during Lent.

Mom was Catholic, but Dad was not. When he and my Mom got married, it was the custom for a non-Catholic to agree that any children would be raised in the Catholic church. Dad didn’t have a problem with that. He was a believer but not a church goer, and just didn’t partake in any organized religion. All of us kids were baptized at birth, made our Holy Communion, our Confirmation, and went to mass with Mom every week.

During Lent, even Dad didn’t eat meat on Fridays. It probably had more to do with the fact that we had a very traditional household than any religious reasons. Mom cooked dinner and Dad came home from work and ate it. End of story.

As I’ve discussed in previous posts, Mom was a good cook, but not a very imaginative one. Meat and potatoes were her thing, so when Lent came along she had to change it up. We were usually less than enthused by the results. I’m being kind. We mostly thought it was gross and couldn’t wait for Easter, and not just because of the chocolate bunnies.

Her Friday Lenten rotation consisted of fish sticks (which back then were more fish than breading); salmon patties (something that I rediscovered after I was married and make quite often); cold salmon, picked clean of bones and skin, straight out of the can (this and the salmon patties were always served with buttered egg noodles). At least once she would make potato pancakes from scratch, which was about the only Lenten meal we’d look forward to. We’d eat them with applesauce.

I don’t remember her ever cooking an actual piece of raw fish. And oddly, she never made tuna casserole, a staple of many a mid-century suburban household. One year when I was very young, she found a recipe (probably in Redbook or Ladies Home Journal) for a meatless noodle casserole. The noodles came out a bit al dente, resulting in a rather chewy consistency. Someone, probably my smart-aleck brother, dubbed it “Rubber Band Casserole.” The name stuck just as the noodles did to our teeth. From then on, when we would ask “what’s for dinner?” we would groan when the answer was Rubber Band Casserole. I found the recipe after she died and had to laugh when I saw that she had indeed typed “Rubber Band Casserole” at the top!

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The recipe for the infamous “Rubber Band Casserole.” Although a little weird, it might not be too bad with a few tweaks.

It’s amazing how times have changed. Our modern-day diets are no longer restricted by the region where we live or what’s in season. Here in the Midwest, seafood is as readily available as it is on either coast. Vegetarian dishes are commonplace, as are trends such as “Meatless Mondays.” Mr. Maid and I eat a meatless meal about once a week without even giving it a thought.

When Ash Wednesday rolls around each year to start the 40 day Lenten season, nostalgia for my Catholic upbringing kicks in. It’s more about tradition than religion for me, although I do believe that a little self-sacrifice and a test of willpower every now and then is good for the soul.

So, this year, like every other, I will prepare meatless meals on Fridays. The menu will be more varied than my Mom’s was, but I’ll still fall back to some of the old standbys like salmon patties and buttered egg noodles. Who knows? I may even give Rubber Band Casserole a go!

Do you ever find yourself craving something you professed to dislike as a kid? What dishes take you back to your childhood?

Enjoy this clip of the brilliant George Carlin’s classic take on the changing rules of Lent.

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17 thoughts on “And God Said “Thou Shalt Eat Thine Casserole Without Complaint”

  1. Tuna casserole! I used to love that as a kid. And I was a really fussy eater. My mom just overcooked everything – food poisoning fears I think. So nothing was very appetizing. 😀 But that’s probably typical of most moms of their generation!

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    • Ah – the overcooking! My Mom wasn’t too bad about that, but I remember it being more of a concern, especially with pork. My husband used to think he hated steak until he was nearly an adult. His parents would always order it ‘well done’ in restaurants and would cook it until it was like shoe leather at home. He finally caught on that there was another way!

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  2. Oh, Rubberband Casserole! My mom made it, too! 🙂 I was feeling almost nostalgic for it until I read the ingredients… maybe I’ll try tweaking it using non-canned ingredients ingredients & some cheddar cheese!

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  3. One of my grandmother’s made casseroles often. She also made country fried steak, scalloped and mashed potatoes, and chicken and dumplings. She stopped cooking long ago. I miss her food and our family gatherings. I love this post! Thank you for sharing! Let us know how the casserole turns out. 🙂

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      • I know exactly what you mean. That’s the beauty of this post though, it is simple and sincere. There’s no hype, just life experience, thoughtfulness, tradition and an appreciation for family and a dish that ties it all together! Please, pass the casserole. Lol. I love it! Well done!

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    • Like George C. says, I hope they weren’t all just cut loose in space! I had to laugh – – the day after I wrote this post there was an article in my local paper. The region’s Cardinal was applying special dispensation for St. Patrick’s Day. It happens to fall on a Friday this year and would interfere with a bunch of corned beef and cabbage fundraisers. 😉

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