Food is always on my mind. I try to eat alot day in and day out no matter where I'm at. All my friends growing up always knew where the first place I go is to there kitchen. Either the fridge or the cabinets. Its wierd sometimes because I can have the same things in my house as they do, but for some reason it seemed as if it tasted better from their house then from mine and I still eat it. But one of my favorite things to eat is taco casserole, something my grandpa always cooked for us when I lived with him. It was fairly simple to cook with few ingredients but had a flavor to me that seemed as if it had tons of ingredients to create this flavor.
Taco casserole is based up of four ingredients. Maybe five,but not sure. They are; hamburger, doritos, taco seasoning, and lots of cheese. As I stood over my grandpas shoulder as he prepped everything, my mouth already started to water for what was soon to be an extravagent dinner. He fries up the hamburger with the taco seasoning till it browns. Then he lays a layer of it into a frying pan. He then blankets the beef in lots of cheese. Lots of cheese. And then doritos. Then on top of the doritos, he does another layer of hamburger. Thats right, more hamburger. Once again, another pile of cheese.Then last but not least, more doritos with another thin layer of cheese on top to kind of hold everything in place. During this process, the oven was being pre heated at 450 degrees. So as he finished it up, it was instantly ready to go into the oven for a half hour to forty-five minutes and then be chowed down.
Ding! The sound of the oven letting us know that dinner was done. That was the longest half hour ever. He puts on an oven mit and reaches in the inferno and pulls the pan out. The look of melted goodness is now ready to be devoured. He cuts the casserol up into sections to be served. I, already at his side with a plate and and fork in hand, is ready to eat. He drops the piece onto my plate. The looks and smell is amazing. Everyone gets served and is ready try it. I am already almost done with my first piece and just about ready to get seconds by the time everyone gets served. They all dig in are are skocked by how good something like this can be with such few ingredients. Its amazing
In the end, I know I am a little bit of a scavenger when it comes to going into friends houses. But none of their foods equal the flavor of the taco casserole my grandpa has shown me how to make. Its seems so simple with such few ingredients that its on my soon to try and cook list at my place. I think I can accomplish this without burning my appartment down. I'm going to say maybe on that one. So now I am ready to eat like how I do every other hour, except this time, I want to eat taco casserole. Now lets see how I do at cooking this meal.
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