Sunday was glorious, and Sumner and I put in as much time outside as we could. It might have been enough for me to work up a pretty decent appetite, one that was well-satisfied by a return to a very old recipe carried forward from my early childhood: hamburger supreme. With a very indulgent dessert already planned, it was quite enough to have a cautious slab of this casserole, but I did find myself dipping back into the remnants after divvying up the leftovers.
"Hamburger Supreme," from the late Mrs. John T. (Glynn) Johnson of Buies Creek, North Carolina, via Janice Jones Bodenhamer.
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