Salmon Casserole

Tonight,  I tried preparing my first recipe from Auntie Sue's 1945 cookbook, and I am happy to report that we both survived the attempt.  But really, it wasn't half bad, Auntie liked it.  I made the Salmon Casserole, and  I have to admit for something fishy it was ok. 

 I am not the most accomplished cook and despite trying to have everything measured and ready to go, soon the kitchen seemed to be filled with puffs of flour and general chaos.  There were only a one small foul up ( I forgot to get the carrots ready).  This called for some rapid chopping and a few oaths quietly uttered so that Auntie wouldn't  hear! 

The recipe called for two cups of white sauce, and my Grandma Ethel's voice soon filled my head as I stirred the flour into the golden butter melting in the pan.  Grandma Ethel, taught me how to make a white sauce years ago, and if you pictured her standing next to me patiently instructing me in the art of making a fine white sauce you have never met my Grandmother.

It is more like trying to learn how to cook while a drill sergeant stands behind you shouting orders.  I can guarantee I learned the lesson, and thanks to Grandma I can make a smooth white sauce without any lumps.