Irony is not the best sauce

Last night I faced a dilemma. When I got home from work, there was no food in the house. So, I ran through the potential solutions:

1. Get takeout. No, we had takeout the two previous nights. Not even I can stomach takeout three nights in a row.
2. Have Dan pick something up on the way home. Well, I would’ve done, but he sounded really beat on the phone after work. Also, he would have had to come home first to pick up money, which made no sense.
3. Go to the store myself, which is all of one mile away. Two reasons I couldn’t do this. One: since I had just come home and fed the dogs, they would have gone apeshit if I turned around and left again, with possible major chewing damage to ensue. Two: I am a lazy, lazy person.

So, having burned through all of the other conceivable options, I did what any red-blooded, hungry, American wife with an overdeveloped appreciation for ironic food would do: I made a hot dish. Mmmm, hot dish.

I am, of course, using the Midwestern name because it is funnier than the East coast moniker of “casserole made from leftovers”. I am very proud of my first ever hot dish, which consisted of the following:

• Frozen homemade turkey soup. See, I defrosted the soup, took out all of the big chunks of turkey and vegetables for the base of the hot dish, and retained the broth.
• Frozen “Frenched” green beans. Because a successful hot dish needs a vegetal component. Bonus: the French cut makes it fancy.
• Canned Cream of mushroom soup. Duh. Can’t make a hot dish without some good old condensed soup. I thinned it with some of the broth and added a few shakes of spices chosen randomly from the cabinet: garlic powder, cumin, and poultry seasoning. Luckily, I didn’t pull out cinnamon or something.
• Stovetop Stuffing. See, I used the broth from the soup to make the topping! Pretty crafty, eh?
• Bacon. Did I say I was American? And plus, why the hell not?

It was okay. A bit gross, really, but it was hot. Also, because I am all about Commitment to the Bit, if nothing else, I was honor bound to eat it. You know, I think I should’ve added some cheese to the topping. I’ll just chalk that omission up to hot dish naivete.