Honoring Daddy : Pig in a Cornfield

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Pig in a Cornfield

Pig in a Cornfield

1/2 pound sausage
1/2 pound ground beef

2 medium onions, thinly sliced
4 medium potatoes, thinly sliced

1 can cream-style corn
1 teaspoon salt
Dash of pepper
1 can tomatoe soup, diluted with 1/2 can water

Combine meats, alternate layers of onions, potatoes, corn, meats, seasoning and soup in greased casserole. Cover and bake at 350 degrees for 30 mins. Remove cover and continue to cook until potatoes are tender and top is browned.

Tips- I liked putting in more corn and meat.

3 comments:

sarahAugust 13, 2009 at 11:21 AM
I've never heard of Pig in a Cornfield before! That sounds like somthing interesting to try :D.
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JennaSeptember 1, 2009 at 10:35 AM
Sounds like a yummy recipe!

Thank you for following my blog...I hope that you are blessed by it:)

Blessings,
Jenna
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Erica MeluginSeptember 3, 2009 at 8:25 AM
Miss Scarlet,

Thank you for joining my followers! I really like your blog. Ü This recipe sounds real good - I might get a day when just me and Mom can make it.
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Thursday, August 13, 2009

Pig in a Cornfield

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