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Last Saturday was our ward's annual Mormon Casserole Cookoff. I signed up but couldn't make my original plan and ran out of time in the early stages of my second. But had I finished both, the poor schmucks I worship with would have been treated to the ultimate showdown:

Eric's Cheesy Cajun Pumpkin Stroganoff
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The Fancy-Pants Cowboy's Painful Breakfast Casserole

It should be understood that these are not classic Mormon casseroles of ancient date. The name "Eric", for instance, does not imply some guy named Eric has been making that stroganoff for years. No. Those titles represent the direction my culinary genius was headed last week.

In my opinion, Church functions are no time for tried-and-true dishes. They're perfect instead for experimenting. No one takes a lot of any one thing, so if they hate it, no loss. And since lots of people take those little bits, it'll all be gone, so no nasty leftovers.

But I'm a firm believer that either of my casseroles would have been a delight to eat.

Take it on faith, baby.

Delicious, delicious faith.