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.  Continue reading →