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.
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