I'm spending every other weekend at Camp Lejeune now. The four-hour drive has become routine — I leave Friday after work, arrive by 10 PM, spend Saturday and Sunday with Ryan, drive back Sunday night. It's exhausting and unsustainable and I don't care because I'm nineteen and in love and exhaustion is just the price of admission.
Ryan's barracks room has acquired a few Rachel-touches: a throw pillow (he had zero pillows; Marines are allergic to soft furnishings), a small plant on the windowsill (which he waters with military precision, every other day at 0700), and a photo of us at Virginia Beach that I printed at Walgreens and put in a frame from the dollar store.
He's also acquired cooking supplies. Nothing fancy — a cutting board, a good knife, a pot, a pan. I bought them at Target and brought them down and his face lit up like I'd given him a car. 'Now you can cook real food,' I said. 'Now YOU can cook real food,' he said. 'I eat at the chow hall.'
So I cooked in his barracks kitchen. I made Mom's chicken and rice casserole — the one that travels, the one that works in any kitchen. I didn't have her Pyrex dish, so I used a baking pan. I didn't have French-fried onions, so I crushed up some crackers for the topping. I didn't have Mom's thirty years of experience, so the chicken was a little dry and the rice was a little crunchy and the whole thing was a C-plus effort at best.
Ryan ate three servings. 'This is amazing,' he said, and he was lying, but the lying was the point — the same way Dad lies about Mom's early pot roasts (she's told me they were terrible; he insists they were great). Love is eating someone's bad cooking and calling it amazing. Love is a barracks casserole with crunchy rice.
I called Mom from the parking lot of the barracks and said, 'I made your chicken casserole and it was terrible.' She said, 'Good. Now you know what to fix next time.' Not sympathy. Not comfort. Instructions. Because Donna Abernathy doesn't coddle you when you fail — she tells you how to fail less next time.
'More liquid,' she said. 'The rice absorbs everything. Add an extra half cup of broth.'
I wrote it down. The half cup of broth. The thing that makes the difference. The small correction that turns a C-plus into an A.
Someday I'm going to make that casserole perfectly. Someday I'm going to make it in my own kitchen — not Mom's, not Ryan's barracks, but mine. And it'll be good. Not because I'm a great cook, but because I've been taught by one, and the teaching will catch up to the trying.
For now: the drive home. Four hours. Sunday night. The highway is dark and the radio is on and I'm thinking about casseroles and barracks and the man who ate my crunchy rice and called it amazing.
This is the life. This messy, driving, cooking, loving, crunchy-rice life.
I'll take it.
This is Mom’s recipe — or my version of it, anyway, the one I’ve been slowly correcting ever since that first crunchy-rice attempt in a barracks kitchen at Camp Lejeune. The note I wrote in the parking lot that Sunday night (“extra half cup of broth”) is still on my phone. I’ve made it a dozen times since, and each time it’s gotten a little closer to what she makes — tender rice, juicy chicken, that golden cracker topping that holds everything together. You don’t need a Pyrex dish or thirty years of experience. You just need the correction, applied.
Chicken and Rice Casserole
Prep Time: 15 minutes | Cook Time: 1 hour | Total Time: 1 hour 15 minutes | Servings: 6
Ingredients
- 1 1/2 lbs boneless, skinless chicken breasts or thighs, cut into bite-sized pieces
- 1 cup long-grain white rice, uncooked
- 1 can (10.5 oz) condensed cream of chicken soup
- 1 can (10.5 oz) condensed cream of mushroom soup
- 2 1/2 cups low-sodium chicken broth (the extra 1/2 cup matters — trust the correction)
- 1/2 cup sour cream
- 1 tsp garlic powder
- 1 tsp onion powder
- 1/2 tsp black pepper
- 1/2 tsp kosher salt
- 1 cup crushed buttery crackers (such as Ritz) or panko breadcrumbs
- 2 tbsp unsalted butter, melted
Instructions
- Preheat. Heat your oven to 350°F. Lightly grease a 9x13-inch baking dish with cooking spray or butter.
- Make the base. In a large bowl, whisk together the cream of chicken soup, cream of mushroom soup, chicken broth, sour cream, garlic powder, onion powder, salt, and pepper until smooth and combined.
- Add the rice. Stir the uncooked rice into the soup mixture until evenly distributed, then pour everything into the prepared baking dish.
- Add the chicken. Scatter the chicken pieces evenly over the top of the rice mixture, pressing them down slightly so they’re partially submerged in the liquid.
- Cover and bake. Cover the dish tightly with aluminum foil and bake for 45 minutes. The foil traps steam, which is what cooks the rice through — don’t skip it.
- Make the topping. While the casserole bakes, toss the crushed crackers with the melted butter in a small bowl until evenly coated.
- Finish uncovered. Remove the foil, scatter the buttered cracker topping evenly over the casserole, and return to the oven uncovered for 15 minutes, until the topping is golden and the edges are bubbling.
- Rest before serving. Let the casserole sit for 10 minutes before scooping. This allows the liquid to finish absorbing and the rice to set. It’s worth the wait.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 415 | Protein: 31g | Fat: 14g | Carbs: 40g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 870mg
About the cook who shared this
Rachel Abernathy
Week 78 of Rachel’s 30-year story
· San Diego, California
Rachel is a twenty-eight-year-old Marine wife and mom of two who has moved five times in six years and learned to cook a Thanksgiving dinner with half her cookware still in boxes. She married young, survived postpartum depression, and feeds her family of four on a junior Marine's salary with a freezer full of pre-made meals and a crockpot that has never let her down. She writes for the military spouses who are cooking dinner alone in base housing and wondering if they're enough. You are.