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y Texas Friend Brought This to a Dinner—And There Was Not a Bite Leftover!
It all started on a warm Friday evening. The kind of evening when the sun is slow to set and the breeze carries the faint scent of barbecue smoke from somewhere down the block. A few of us had gathered for a casual backyard dinner—potluck-style. You know the type: someone brings deviled eggs, someone else makes cornbread, and another friend shows up with a fancy salad no one touches until they realize it has bacon bits.
But this time, it was different.
My friend Lisa, a born-and-bred Texan with the most down-to-earth charm and a voice that could sweeten tea just by saying “y’all,” arrived carrying a steaming hot casserole dish covered in foil. She set it down on the table, smiled, and said, “King Ranch Chicken. I hope y’all like creamy.”
