Every year on our birthdays, my mom would make whatever we wanted for dinner. It could be anything. I’m pretty sure if we asked for cinnamon rolls with a side of pickles for dinner, my mom would have made it. Because she is awesome.
While my sister would usually choose a birthday dinner of chicken pockets (Pillsbury croissant dough stuffed with a creamy cheesy chicken mix) and macaroni and cheese (good old Kraft), my choices usually varied.
One year I wanted stroganoff.
Another year I asked for breakfast for dinner.
But a few years in a row I asked for spaghetti casserole.
It wasn’t anything super fancy but it was super comforting and delicious. Cheesy, meaty, saucy comfort food.
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