A Casserole For A Gray Week: Recipe For Rice And Salmon Casserole With a Yogurt Dill Sauce

Another day of rain, and the report from my friend Kate in New Hampshire is that the slugs are out in droves. Little beasties! I hope the Maine slugs stay away from my gardens. Here at the little house in the big woods, we have armies of slugs just waiting to attack my plants, and by summer’s end, my hostas are chewed to shreds.

But let us turn our attention to a more pleasant topic like, say, casseroles. Now, I know that casseroles have a bad reputation and deservedly so. Back in the old days, when I was a child, casseroles often consisted of cream of mushroom soup, noodles, hamburg, and, the finishing touch, Veg-all. How I dreaded suppers that featured this casserole.

So for years, I avoided making casseroles the way cats avoid water. I wanted nothing to do with them. But as time went by and my cooking skills improved, I began to wonder: Could I make a tasty casserole using good ingredients? I wasn’t sure, but it seemed as though it was a challenge worth exploring. After all, casseroles are warm, hearty, and thrifty. If casseroles could be made to taste good as well, then they would be a reasonable meal to make on week nights for the family.

I decided to start with the cream of mushroom soup substitute, which, of course, is a basic white sauce made with a roux of equal parts butter and flour. But the white sauce would need jazzing up, I knew, so I  added a chopped clove of garlic to the roux as it bubbled. A good move, but I found an all-milk white sauce to be still a little bland, and I decided to use half yogurt and half milk for the white sauce. The results were much better, a tangy white sauce with a nice touch of garlic. From here, there were many possibilities, but the route I took was with rice, peas, and canned salmon. Because I was using salmon, I added a teaspoon of dried dill—fresh would be even better—to the white sauce. The rest was pretty simple. Into a large mixing bowl, I emptied a can of salmon and to this I added frozen petite peas, cooked; cooked rice; and mushrooms, sliced and sautéed. I poured the white sauce over this mixture and stirred it all up. In a large buttered casserole dish, I alternated layers of the rice-salmon mixture with shredded cheddar cheese, ending with the rice-salmon mixture. On top, I put roasted almond slivers. Then, into a 350° oven it went, for 40 minutes or so, until the edges were bubbling.

The verdict from my Yankee husband, Clif? “Not too bad.” Which means good enough for seconds.

This is not a company meal—it is still too plain for that—but it is an acceptable family meal, one that won’t be dreaded and surreptitiously fed to the dog when no one is looking.

As a bonus, on a gray, damp day, there is something cozy about having a casserole bubbling in the oven. I know I’m getting all Betty Crocker here, but in a world that is often hard, cozy can be very nice indeed.

 

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WALKING IN THE WOODS ON A GRAY DAY

After a spell of very warm weather, which made everything green and hopeful, central Maine has had a stretch of gray, drizzly weather. Very discouraging for dogs and humans and disastrous for birds trying to feed their young. The flying insects lie low during chilly weather, and this means no food for baby birds. My friend Barbara Johnson often mentioned how hard this weather was on the young birds and how many of them didn’t make it if the gray drizzle continued too long.

My gardens desperately need tending, but I am reluctant to work in them when they are so damp, where I might run the risk of spreading disease. So what to do? Put on some sturdy shoes—I wish I had some wellies—and take to the woods.

Our house is surrounded by woods that are part of my town’s watershed. Those woods could never be called a deep forest, but they are lovely and green and have trails going through them. The trails edge the Upper and Lower Narrows Ponds, which, in fact, look more like lakes than ponds. The trails are far enough from the road so that my dog, Liam, can go off-leash and sniff and mark territory to his heart’s content.

Yesterday, we went on a woods walk, and even though the day was gray, there were things to see.

Ferns unfolding
White violets
Stone walls. Once these woods were fields.

Everywhere there was water, and we had to cross several streams. Liam is not a water dog, and he always hesitates before getting his paws wet.

We were both happy when we came to a stream with a plank.

Into the forest we went, up a ridge that overlooked a ravine with a stream rushing through it. We tramped the woods for over an hour, and by the end, my feet were wet, and I was ready to head home for a cup of Earl Grey. But before we left the woods, there was one final treat—the ethereal song of a hermit thrush, a song I have not heard since last summer.

Spring is here, and despite the drizzle and the gray, it is most welcome.