We’re pretty sure that Thanksgiving is Old English for ‘Dinner of Casseroles.’ Seriously, if it isn’t baked in a 13×9 dish, swimming in Campbell’s Cream of ANYTHING, it wasn’t served at our Turkey Day dinner tables growing up.
To me, broccoli has always been one of those foods that unless it’s drenched in ranch, swimming in cheese sauce, or seared with tons of soy sauce and steak, it can taste like biting into a mouthful of St. Augustine sod.
This dish was a favorite of mine growing up. Ours was slightly less accessorized than this version. Our chipotle ranch came out of a squeeze bottle, and we tossed it by putting it in a plastic garbage bag and shaking the s#*t out of it.