The Bradshaw foothills are not snow-coated yet.
But their time will come.
SWMBO checked the temperature during that snow squall and it was 38 degrees. A little chilly but just right for a casserole that evening.
I put it together from a mystery recipe I found that said it was Goulash. But the goulash I remember from my childhood was Hungarian in flavor, with sweet paprika flavoring the dish. This was more Americanized Italian but tasty.
And speaking of "dish", back then in North Dakota we didn't know the word "casserole." Any melange of food cooked together was known then as "hot dish!" I can't remember when the Frenchified term "casserole" made its way into my tongue.
We ate in and around watching a movie - The Flowers of War - about an American mortician caught in Nanjing (Nanking), China during the Japanese invasion and rape of the city in 1937. Christian Bale is excellent as the mortician as is the rest of the cast. This is a Chinese-made movie and much of the dialogue is in Mandarin Chinese with subtitles. It is a brutal story with much violence but a measure of redemption stays in the mind.
Now it is on to Sunday with the Times for SWMBO and four crossword puzzles awaiting me.
