Opium Chicken... I mean Poppy Seed Chicken.

This might be Grandma's secret. What is not a secret is how much butter, sour cream, and other dairy is in it. So step one.
Butter: Melt it.

Step two: find some good old fashioned Ritz Crackers and crumble them into that buttery deliciousness. Don't worry it's grandma's cooking, it's practically good for you. 

Surprise time. Step three is add some poppy seeds. They are practically flavorless, but an excellent work out for your tongue later as you try to de-wedge them from your teeth. They look festive? I suppose that's another bonus. 

Step four: add some lovingly tended cream of chicken soup a la Campbell's and some sour cream. Because this is what love is suppose to be like. Mostly goop and calories. 

Step five: Mix all of that goop together, and some chicken cubes you boiled (yes boiled were the directions) to the bottom of a pan. Now all you have to do is combine.

 Step six: Combine. Layer of chicken, later of goop, layer of crumble stuff. Do that about twice.

Step seven: Bake that.

Here's the kicker, this is supposed to be my grandmother's recipe, something fed to her children, at potlucks the whole works. At dinner I asked dad if he remembered it: 

"No."

Whelp. There you have it folks. So much for drudging up memories and hearing stories from the long past. A cold no, and that sums it up. 

Stay tuned for additional stories from the recipe box.