Every year. My husband loves it, but I can’t use cream of mushroom because he doesn’t like it. I usually sub in cream of celery. I also like to add slivered almonds to it.
No. Dad and Mom traditionally have green beans, but never as a casserole.
My family never made it. A good friend’s family always does. Sometimes we visit, and horizons are broadened.
I found it to be REALLY YUMMY! It was an unknown treat to me, something I’d never had. Now, I lurves it!
Never have had it at my table or anyone else’s.
As much as I don’t like green bean casserole, the one that really gets me, though, is that marshmallow-and-sweet potato thing some people do. Who thought of that? I’ve only once encountered that in the wild, and I just flat out don’t understand the appeal.
I’ve got a (Black) client on Monday with whom I’m swapping leftover green bean casserole for leftover chitlins and hog maws (is that how you spell it?). You may be right.
We have it every year. We both love the stuff.
Yes, we do. I never eat it though.
People had it as kids, and want the sugary stuff. And kids love the sugary stuff.
We never had it when I was growing up. My mom was too busy making creamed pearl onions, I guess. 
I make a sweet potato casserole, but it’s probably unlike what most people have run into. I make it from fresh sweet potatoes (not canned, which have syrup and are too sweet), and no marshmallows. I also don’t add sugar. Mine is made from fresh sweet potatoes, orange juice, crushed pineapple, cinnamon, and maybe nutmeg. I might add some egg nog or cream to make it more creamy. It ends up ***slightly ***sweet, but won’t put you directly into a diabetic coma.
Yeah, if I grew up with it, I’m sure it’d be on my table today. I’m pretty insistent on not changing or getting too experimental with my Thanksgiving traditions.
We don’t use marshmallow in our sweet potato casserole either. We add some brown sugar but not so much that it’s sickeningly sweet. I prefer just a bit of sweetness and that’s enough.
Ditto. I will eat small amounts of it, but frankly I’d much rather have plain green beans.
Haha!
My mom actually likes the shit, but we never had it every year growing up and I refuse to make it now. We can’t help her bad taste and I tell her if she wants to eat that sadness she can make it herself. Plus, it’s probably worse for you than the greens we have so what’s the point? Hell, my oldest brother married a white woman, and while she bought them canned yams (strike one) that weren’t even Bruce’s or Glory (strike two), she is not about green bean casserole.
The greens I made for our Thanksgiving this year were on point. Mostly kale with some collards for extra bulk/texture, with onions and ham hocks (because we are not a neck bone family no matter how hard my older brother tries). That pot liquor was marvelous when it soaked into my mac and cheese. You can’t get pot liquor with green bean casserole, so why even have it?
I’ve never eaten GBC, Thanksgiving or any other time. I don’t even understand how it became a “thing.”
Never even knew it was a thing until I was about 25 and had to bring something to a work potluck and someone suggested it to me.
I’d never heard of it until I was in my 40’s.
No one to cook it for anymore, though I suppose I could make it for myself. I love the stuff. I’ve tried versions using fresh green beans, a different soup for sauce, adding cheese on occasion. (I once made a casserole of soup, cauliflower/carrots/broccoli, swiss cheese, and the onion topping, and that was really delicious!) But nothing beats the classic green bean casserole (I par-boil frozen green beans, don’t used canned) - it’s French’s onions on top that really make the dish. And a tiny bit of soy sauce.
Never even heard of it. Not a fan of that particular vegetable anyway, although I can choke it down if the occasion demands it.
What would midwesterners know about “pinnacles”?
I do my best to avoid any recipe that requires cream-of-anything soup. I’ve had GBC at potluck lunches, and it doesn’t do anything for me. My grandmother never made it, nor has my mom or my MIL. Nor have I.