As I was making supper last night, a new thought (or at
least a new perspective on a thought) occurred to me. I have always given my
mom the most credit for inspiring my love of cooking (and she deserves it) but
I have never really considered my dad’s influence.
My parents have been divorced since I was little and I lived
with my mom for the majority of my up-bringing. However, I was still a daddy’s
girl. Although I don’t remember, I have been told that my dad would take me out
on the tractor when I was a toddler and I would fall fast asleep on his lap
while he cut hay. I do remember that as I got older, I always looked forward to
“dad’s weekend” and going “bummin’” with him. To clarify, “bummin’” seemed to
be driving around without a real plan, stopping at any garage sales that looked
promising, visiting anyone you knew that looked like they were home, usually
getting a burger somewhere, and just hanging around the family farm. I loved
it! I still can’t pin-point why I loved it, but I did!
One of my biggest food memories from being a kid with my dad
is that he used to take us through the drive through at the place with the
secret sauce. He would order like a dozen hamburgers “plain with ketchup and
pickles” for us and whichever of my cousins were around. Getting fries was a
real treat and if we did get them, he would ALWAYS say “eat your burger first
cause I don’t want to hear ‘Daaaaad, I’m hungrrrrry’”. My cousins and I could
(and did) imitate that phrase perfectly!
When we weren’t out bummin or having drive through burgers,
my dad did cook. He grew up on the farm and he prefers meat and potatoes. He’s
not really big on a lot of seasoning or spices and I don’t think he tries many
experiments in the kitchen, even to this day. But what he does cook, turns out
pretty good and he inspired last night’s supper.
I am not even sure what we used to call this supper when I
was growing up but I’m going to call it goulash now. Dad’s version was a can of
tomato soup, a can of Veg-All mixed veggies, ground beef and wagon wheel pasta.
I have to admit, I’m thinking the reason why I liked this so much as a kid was
the wagon wheels… I loved pasta then, I love pasta now, and there are few
pastas that are more fun than wagon wheels! Now, some of you who have read this
blog may be thinking (as I am writing this) that this recipe calls for a lot of
cans. I didn’t exactly follow dad’s recipe, I was just taking a lovely stroll
down memory lane while I was preparing my own version!
I happened to have had some homemade tomato soup in the
freezer that I chose for this, along with some frozen tomato puree from the end
of the growing season here. I am also not a fan of the consistency of canned
veggies in my food-snob adulthood so I opted for frozen peas and carrots as
well as frozen corn. Last, but not least, I added a bit of bouillon for that
salty, brothy, base and sadly, I did not have any wagon wheels so good ol’
elbow mac had to do. Just to round out the memory for myself, I buttered a
slice of bread to eat alongside this, just like dad would have!
My kids gobbled it up, my husband had a hot meal in his thermos
today, and I had a very satisfied belly and heart remembering supper with dad
as a kid!
Dad’s Goulash
1 lb ground beef
15 oz tomato soup (canned or homemade)
15 oz tomato puree (canned or homemade)
1 cup water
1 cup frozen peas and carrots
1/2 cup frozen corn
2 beef bouillon cubes (start with 1 if you are using canned
soup and taste-test for salt before adding 2nd cube)
Salt and pepper to taste
1/2 lb dry pasta, cooked per package instructions
In a 6-quart pot, brown ground beef over medium heat until
cooked through. Add all remaining ingredients except pasta. Bring to a simmer
and cook 10-15 minutes until bouillon cubes are dissolved and veggies are
tender.
Stir in pasta and serve immediately.