Tuesday, November 29, 2011


As I have said repeatedly, I love these old recipes.  When I was a child my dad planted 3 or 4 gardens.  He loved to garden, he loved having the vegetables, and he loved giving to others.  For many years he was the local township trustee.  Part of his job was giving out subsidies to those who qualified.  He often gave them what the county allowed then sent them home with bags of his garden produce.  The one vegetable I anxiously awaited was the large cabbages.  I think I like cabbage anyway you can prepare it!  Almost every time I buy a head of cabbage I think about the large ones dad grew in his gardens.

1 small head of green cabbage, cut in chunks
tea kettle of boiling water
1 onion, diced
1 lb ground chuck
1/4 cup raw rice (not instant)
1 can tomato soup
1 soup can of water

Place cabbage in a large pan or heat-proof bowl and pour the boiling water over it to wilt; drain. 

Brown the ground chuck with the onion, adding salt and pepper to taste.  Cook until the meat is no longer pink and the onion is tender; drain well.

Mix the drained cabbage with the ground beef/onion mixture.  Stir in the rice, tomato soup and soup can of water until mixed together well.  Pour into a greased casserole dish.

Bake, covered, at 350 degrees for approximately 1 1/2 hours.


Linda said...

Wow, this really brings back childhood memories. Sounds like our dads could have been brothers! I grew up on a farm, but besides the fields of corn and alfalfa, there were always multiple gardens in the summertime. And we kids worked in them too! I love this recipe--it's a good reminder to make it as I haven't had it in years. Thanks, Linda! Linda

Grandma aka Linda Wilson said...

Where did you grow up? It sounds like we grew up in the same way. And yes, my sister and I sure did work in the garden. One of my favorite stories my parents told about my childhood was my dad teaching me to hoe with my new garden tools when I was two or three. Of course in those days, they were not plastic! I promptly hit my dad in the head with my hoe! I understand I lost that hoe for a week or two!

Linda said...

I grew up on a farm in Marilla, NY (just south of Buffalo near Lake Erie). Sure enough I remember having little metal garden tools and being sent out to pick those awful tomato worms. The best part was picking peas--we ate so many mom didn't have many to cook, but she wasn't too mad since we at least ate them! :-) That was a cute story about the hoe--they couldn't have been too mad since you were just a little kid :-) Thanks again for all your recipes--most of them I can make gluten free where needed, so this is a real help.