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Holly A. Heyser

It's fascinating to what lengths we will go to recapture a taste of our childhood, especially as we approach middle age. With the passage of so many years, those early memories are always in soft focus, the music of the period wafting in and out of hazy scenes we can only imperfectly recall. Food becomes the anchor, the one vivid thing within the clouds.

Shining through is this recipe, a rich, ruddy chicken casserole my mum called "Saturday Chicken." I remember loving this dish, which we would often have on days other than Saturday—a fact that confused my little brain. Should it be called Tuesday Chicken, then? No, mum said, it's always called Saturday Chicken. But why? It just is.

Cream of mushroom soup is the Lord Voldemort of my cooking world: It is That Which Shall Not Be Named.

The flavor of this dish, which we always ate with baked potatoes, is instantly recallable even 30 years later. Mushroomy, creamy, "red," and a little burnt-crispy. We always savored the caramelized skin of the chicken pieces that rose from the simmering sauce like islands in a lava flow.

Mum grew busier as I grew older, as did I. I can't exactly remember the last time she made Saturday Chicken for me, but it has to be before 1990. Over the years the dish faded in my culinary memory, but it never quite flickered out.

When I started my blog in 2007, I thought one of the things I wanted to do was resurrect mum's best recipes. I haven't gone through all of them, but I have made mum's lasagna, her unbeatable Swedish meatballs, and my favorite Christmas cookie, mum's walnut snowballs. But to each of those recipes I've added a bit of myself, whether it's my choice of meat (usually wild game) or altering the flavor slightly with an unexpected herb or spice. I am a reasonably good cook, so they've all worked.

But Saturday Chicken confounded me. I had no idea how it was made. So I called mum to ask. "You're not going to like it," she said. Why? How bad could it be? I mean it didn't have globs of mayonnaise in it or those broken up potato chips all over like her tuna casserole, which is a war crime of a recipe.


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Then I heard the words: "It has canned, condensed cream of mushroom soup."

Nooooo! Really? Honestly? Yes, she said, and Saturday Chicken cannot be made any other way. I hung up the phone, crushed. I can honestly say I have never cooked with cream of mushroom soup in my entire life. I know lots of people swear by it, and I don't look down on them for doing so, but I hate the stuff. It is everything I despise about 1970s cooking, everything I despise about many modern wild game recipes, which rely heavily on it. Cream of mushroom soup is the Lord Voldemort of my cooking world: It is That Which Shall Not Be Named.

So I let Saturday Chicken go for a long time. Then I watched an episode of the TV show Top Chef in which the cooks were required to make something delicious out of junk food. And then another episode where everything they had to use was canned. Watching these challenges, I realized I needed to get off my high horse, suck it up, and use the damn cream of mushroom soup. Just do it, as Nike would say.

So I emailed mum for the recipe, promising to use That Which Shall Not Be Named. She sent it, word for word, from her favorite cookbook of the time, The I Hate to Cook Book by Peg Bracken. She also sent a commentary about how she too, over the years, had tried to improve the recipe by switching out canned or powdered ingredients with fresh and natural ones:

Must use Campbell's canned regular mushroom soup not their new variety as it isn't the same consistency—definitely not organic mushroom soup as that doesn't work at all much to my dismay... I tried using fresh garlic rubbed all over the chicken instead of garlic powder and it didn't work as well as the stupid garlic powder did... Good luck! As you said this is a garbage recipe but it works!

Sigh. So I went to the supermarket to buy Campbell's condensed cream of mushroom soup. My hand actually wavered when I reached for it, and I kept looking around when it was in my basket. I felt an overwhelming need to explain myself to strangers: "No really, I am making a retro recipe. I don't actually cook with this stuff." I realize it was a total food snob move on my part, but hey, it was what I was thinking at the time.

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Hank Shaw runs the website Hunter Angler Gardener Cook, nominated for Best Food Blog by the James Beard Foundation in 2009 and 2010. He is the author of the recently released Hunt, Gather, Cook: Finding the Forgotten Feast. More

A former line cook, veteran political reporter, and fisherman, Hank Shaw is a freelance food writer who runs the website Hunter Angler Gardener Cook, which chronicles Shaw's search for what he calls the Forgotten Feast: The seasonal foods--mostly wild--we once delighted in, but are now curiosities at best. Game, wild mushrooms, seafood, and wild plants all have a place in modern cooking, and Shaw spends his days exploring their possibilities on the plate.

Hunter Angler Gardener Cook was nominated for Best Food Blog by the James Beard Foundation in both 2009 and 2010 and by the International Association of Culinary Professionals in 2010. He is the author of the recently released Hunt, Gather, Cook: Finding the Forgotten Feast. His work has appeared in magazines such as The Art of Eating, Field & Stream, and Gastronomica. He hunts, fishes, forages, and gardens in Northern California with his girlfriend--and photographer--Holly A. Heyser.

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