I’ve given Paula Deen the tiiiiiiniest bit of a hard time in the past for her frequent use of packaged ingredients. Relying on canned soup and boxed rice, I think, is usually an exercise in assembling rather than cooking. However, there are plenty of recipes in The Lady and Sons Savannah Country Cookbook that call for fresh produce and a minimum of what Michael Pollan would call “food products” (which are opposed, he argues, to “real” food). To give Paula a fair shake, I decided to prepare her recipe for a Pattypan Summer Squash Casserole.
Pattypan squash look like pretty white saucers with ruffled edges. Though they’re a little harder to peel than their yellow cousins, the crooknecks, they have a similarly delicate texture. I like to scoop out their inner seeds and pulp as I would when prepping a winter squash variety.

Simmered and added to onions, garlic, parsley, and egg, the squash looked healthy and appetizing. But I hesitated for a moment when Paula directed me to add sliced sandwich bread that had been soaked in ice water, then wrung dry. Mushy in the saute pan, the mixture looked so awful that I didn’t take a single picture. It was an ugly color between grey and tan, and I was beginning to lose faith in The Lady.
Fortunately for me and Paula, a funny thing happened when I emptied the mixture into a baking dish. Topped with salt and sauteed bread crumbs – Paula called for crushed Ritz crackers, but I had to gussy things up just a little bit! – the casserole didn’t look so bad.

When the casserole emerged from the oven, it was golden brown and buttery. With some trepidation, I tried a warm bite. Of course, it was wonderful! I’m not sure how it happened, but somehow my stove top ugly duckling became a tasty swan after half an hour in the oven.

I suppose my surprise serves me right for doubting Paula Deen though, doesn’t it? The woman is a force of nature, and I’m newly convinced of her talent. This doesn’t mean I’ll pop open a can of cream of celery soup any time soon, but I will be returning to the her cookbook whenever I’m craving some buttery goodness.













