**** Green Bean Casserole!.....and other fun Thanksgiving discussions.

[TimBone]

With Thanksgiving fast approaching, I just wanted to take a moment and say **** your GBC and anyone who swears it's the premier side dish at any Thanksgiving dinner.

90% of the time it's ****ing canned cream of mushroom soup, canned green beans, and processed fried onion straws. ****ing garbage. And even when people try and church it up with fresh ingredients, it can still eat a bag of dicks. It sucks. Case closed.


That being said, I love you all, and want to hear about your Thanksgiving dishes. What are your favorite sides? How do you prepare your turkey? If you don't do turkey, what is your main dish?

Did yall know that SNR prefers semen over both Mayonnaise and Miracle Whip?

[DJ's left nut]

Originally Posted by KCUnited

I don't have much to add except recipe sites are the absolute ****ing worst

I'm used to the ads flashing everywhere, disrupting the loading of the page, but when did we start having to scroll through someone's entire life ****ing story to get to the 8 ingredients of a cheeseball recipe?

Mother**** recipe websites

Allrecipes has a pretty good App I'll use. Tasty's isn't bad as well.

But yeah - gotta work through the apps or you'll get buried.

[KCUnited]

Seriously though, my wife makes a version of this smoky cheeseball that's pretty ****ing good.

1 cup smoked gouda
2 cup shredded cheddar cheese
8 ounce cream cheese, softened
1/2 cup salted butter, softened
2 tablespoon milk
2 teaspoon steak sauce
1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
1 cup pecans, finely chopped
crackers, for dipping

In a large bowl, use a spatula to gently mix and fold together the cheddar cheese, cream cheese, butter, milk, steak sauce, and Worcestershire sauce. Mixture should be mostly smooth; a few visible clumps are okay.

Lay out a piece of plastic wrap on a flat surface, then scoop the cheese ball mixture in the center. Pull up the sides of the plastic wrap to cover the cheese mixture, confining it to the middle. Once completely wrapped in plastic, use your hands to smooth the cheese into a ball shape. If needed, use another piece of plastic wrap to secure it.

Place wrapped cheese ball in the refrigerator until firm, at least 2 to 3 hours.

When ready to serve, spread out chopped pecans on a flat surface. Roll the cheese ball in pecans, using your fingers to press and stick the pecans to the cheese.

Serve smoky cheese ball immediately with crackers for dipping.

[TimBone]

Originally Posted by KCUnited

Seriously though, my wife makes a version of this smoky cheeseball that's pretty ****ing good.

1 cup smoked gouda
2 cup shredded cheddar cheese
8 ounce cream cheese, softened
1/2 cup salted butter, softened
2 tablespoon milk
2 teaspoon steak sauce
1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
1 cup pecans, finely chopped
crackers, for dipping

In a large bowl, use a spatula to gently mix and fold together the cheddar cheese, cream cheese, butter, milk, steak sauce, and Worcestershire sauce. Mixture should be mostly smooth; a few visible clumps are okay.

Lay out a piece of plastic wrap on a flat surface, then scoop the cheese ball mixture in the center. Pull up the sides of the plastic wrap to cover the cheese mixture, confining it to the middle. Once completely wrapped in plastic, use your hands to smooth the cheese into a ball shape. If needed, use another piece of plastic wrap to secure it.

Place wrapped cheese ball in the refrigerator until firm, at least 2 to 3 hours.

When ready to serve, spread out chopped pecans on a flat surface. Roll the cheese ball in pecans, using your fingers to press and stick the pecans to the cheese.

Serve smoky cheese ball immediately with crackers for dipping.

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[frozenchief]

I hate canned green beans. Always have. Don't know why. Fresh green beans sauteed in garlic butter? I can eat those. But canned? No way, no how.

And this led to a memorable moment in my childhood. I was going to Central Elementary School in Olathe in the late 70s. We had a teacher named Mrs. Miles who, as lunch over-seer, made everyone eat everything on their plate. One day, Mrs Miles was lunch lady when green beans were served. I didn't eat them. But before we could go out to recess or whatever, we had to show her our plate. This was one of those 70s style lunch trays with the plastic that was about 3" thick and different ridged/divided sections on the tray. She saw I hadn't eaten my green beans, so the conversation was like this:

Her: You need to eat your green beans.

Me: I can't. They'll make me sick.

Her: That's in your head.

Me: No, they'll make me sick.

Her: eat them or no recess.

To this day, I have no idea how I choked them down but I did. And I went up to show her my tray. She sees my green bean section is now empty and she snidely comments, "See, they won't make you sick."

I walk back to where I was sitting and before I even sit down, I threw up my lunch all over the table. Just a massive pile of vomit with lots of recently ingested green beans still practically whole and glistening in green bean and stomach juices.

Everyone at the table yelled in abject horror and moved out of the way as fast as possible. Other teachers were called in to quell the disorder and chaos. I sat down at the table (away from the vomit) as my stomach was deciding if it wanted to have a second round. Mrs. Miles, looking rather whiter than usual, was yelling at everyone to calm down and sit down but nobody wanted to sit next to puke. The school janitor came in and cleaned it up and I remember thinking that I didn't want a job where I cleaned up puke. With the noxious green beans gone from my system, I soon felt better and went out to recess. But ever after that, when Mrs. Miles was on lunch duty, she would say, "Everyone has to clean their plates, but frozenchief does not need to eat his green beans."

So, no, I won't be making green bean casserole for Thanksgiving. Never have. Never will.

[Pablo]

Originally Posted by TimBone

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It was a cool autumn morning in Upper Michigan. Dad had just come in from splitting firewood and mom and I could see his tired eyes and chapped hands. Even falls in the UP(That's what we call it up here, lol!) could be particularly tough. The air hung heavy with the scent of oak and the sweat of a man who never took a day off. "Honey, I need a snack mighty quick if'n you don't mind" he said to my mother. She rummaged through the icebox for a moment and asked if cheese and crackers would do. My father was never one to turn down anything my mother would put in front of him....