The honest answer is: whatever’s in the oven when the neighbor knocks. But if you pin me down, I’ll say hotdish. It’s the food that says, “I have no ego, but I will feed your whole family and your husband’s entire bowling team.” It’s midwestern resilience in a Pyrex dish.
And if you ever visit Minnesota, don’t ask for the recipe. Just eat two portions, say “MMM-nyeh” (our local sound for satisfaction), and compliment the tots. You’ll fit right in. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a can of cream of mushroom soup staring at me from the pantry. It’s calling my name.
