BR: Tuna Casserole
As we enter that church basement season...
TUNA CASSEROLE
Soft as the voice of my mother
Calling as night shadows fell,
Calling her children to supper
And oh what a heavenly smell.
There on the dining room table
Served from a steaming glass bowl
Eaten with Jello and Kool-Aid
Tuna the food of my soul.
Tuna casserole, O how dear to my lips
Noodles and tuna and mushrooms and chips.
It was only a small can of …