Casseroles suffer from a somewhat unglamorous reputation. You won’t find tuna casserole on the menu at any self-respecting restaurant, or a cheese-and-broccoli bake. These dishes are almost exclusively enjoyed in the domestic realm, conjuring images of a ’50s-era homemaker in a poofy tulle skirt and fancy apron pulling a steaming tray of something delicious out of the oven, likely containing cream of mushroom soup and a generous layer of cheese.
This old-fashioned vignette is precisely what makes a warm pan of blended comestibles deeply appealing. You don’t have to waste any energy consuming your dinner’s separate components one at a time — just mix them all together to begin with, because that’s how it ends up in your stomach anyway. It’s easy to see why I adore casseroles: They’re simple, they’re comforting and they’re oh-so-homey. They deserve a spot on your table and in your belly.
The casseroles I have known and loved are the humblest creations with cheap ingredients and a modest investment of prep time. They rely on canned or frozen ingredients, held together with creamy condensed soup or perhaps a bit of flour and egg, and are usually some savory combination of starch-vegetable-meat-cheese. (The melty cheese topping is extremely important on a casserole, by the way. You may skimp on other elements but not, for heaven’s sake, the cheese.)
I am pretty sure that the most fun I’ve had in going through my mother’s and grandmother’s old recipes is discovering yellowed, slightly brittle index cards containing step-by-step directions for beloved casseroles, corners worn from use and unidentifiable stains obscuring the measurements. I imagine these formidable women who raised me being tired and in a rush after a long day and relying on this tried-and-true recipe for a quick, hearty meal that will provide not only dinner with second helpings but also lunch the next day.