Ode to a Minnesota Tater Tot Hotdish
On a cold Minnesota night I had a craving,
Been snowed in for days, can't get to the store,
Looked in the fridge at the food I'd been saving,
Didn't know when I'd get out to get somemore,
Said "What the He**", satisfy that craving!
Not much there, just ground beef & onions,
Some schrooms and peas and leftover corn,
Some smashed potatoes and a little bit of milk,
I said, "What can I do with this big mess",
"I KNOW, I'll make a dish and let everyone guess!"
So I cooked the meat, added onions and schrooms
The wonderful aroma filled up the rooms,
Added veggies and milk but it still wasn't done,
Needed a kicker to make the dish a flavorful one,
Looked in the Freezer, to see what was there,
(Who needs a freezer in MN? I digress)
To my surprise the freezer was a bare,
Except for a bag of Tater Tots still there.
Looked in the Cupboard and it too was bare,
The only thing there was a can of soup,
Cream of whatever is all I remember,
All I had was that old cast iron skillet,
That I cooked the beef mixture in it,
As I added the tots and the can of soup,
I said to myself, "Who'll eat that goop"
I added some cheese to hide this mess,
Put it in the oven to brown it up,
Served it in the pan---THEY GOBBLED IT UP!!
Thus was born on a cold Winter's night,
A dish that was tasty & sure to delight,
"What should we call it", one person said,
As they touched the still hot pan, I said,
"Let's call it a Minnesota Hot Dish",
(Doesn't Rhyme with anything, but what the He**, It tastes good)










