Recipe: Chilli Creamed Chicken and Banana Casserole (Flygande jakob) (2024)

When I opened The Nordic Cookbook, this is not what I expected to find.

CHILLI CREAMED CHICKEN AND BANANA CASSEROLE

But there it was, on page 270. The subtext read, Flygande jakob (Sweden) and the ingredient list was improbable: one roastchicken, store-bought dry, Italian salad dressing mix, bananas, cream, Heinz chilli sauce, bacon and salted peanuts.

But I trusted the author, chef Magnus Nilsson. His restaurant Faviken is one of the most respected restaurantsin the world. And the Faviken cookbook was full of unlikely food pairings. Broth of autumn leaves? Raw mussel and wild pea pie? A tiny slice of top blade from a retired dairy cow, dry aged for nine months, crispy reindeer lichen, fermented green gooseberries and fennel salt? I’ve eaten at Faviken, and this is a chef who can turn birch sap and reindeer meat into a memorable amuse bouche.

So when he told me that this casserole with Heinz Chili sauce and bananas was “disturbingly delicious,” I believed him.

To be fair, The Nordic Cookbook isn’t a collection of Nilsson’s recipes. As the book’s author, he crowd-sourced over 700 recipes from granniesand townsmen in Denmark, the Faroe Islands, Finland, Greenland, Iceland, Norway and Sweden. If Nina and TimZagat wrote cookbooks, it might looksomething like this.

Flygande jakob is named for Ove Jacobsson, an air-freight employee. How he came to combine these seven ingredients in a casserole remains a mystery.

The recipe was first published in a Swedish magazine in 1976 and according to Nilsson, if you grew up in 1980’s Sweden, you have a personal relationship to this dish. He writes that, “few dishes are as emblematic and unique to the contemporary food culture of Sweden.”

I am a child of the 80’s. Good Seasons Italian salad dressing packets were a pantry staple. My mom would mix ketchup and mayonnaise when I wasn’t looking and tell me it was “Thousand Island.” I loved peanut butter and banana sandwiches.

As I began to assemble the recipe it dawned on me that my Atlanta pantry in 1989 was not unlike Magnus’s in Sweden. I guess my mom just never had the guts to throw the whole pantry into a casserole dish and bake it.

Jonathan Gold is fond of saying that whether or not you like a dish isn’t the point, you have to consider the dish in its cultural context. So as I layered sliced bananas over a bed of grilled chicken, dustywith Italian salad dressing mix, I kept an open mind. I tried to transport myself to Jämtland where the lakes are iced over and the mossy hills blanketed in snow.

As I whipped the cream to soft peaks and folded in the Heinz Chili sauce I did so as if I werefolding egg whites into a flourless chocolate cake batter. I was careful not to overmix.

I treated the casserole like a soufflé, gently closing the oven door. When it emerged 15 minutes later I was proud of how it caramelized.

As I waited for it to cool my husband walked in and declared, “something smells good.” But as the minutes passed the pleasant smell of bacon gave way to a cacophony of odors. The sweet acidity of the Heinz chili sauce began to tickle my nose. The peanuts, now warm from sitting on top of the casserole, released their oil.

I had convinced myself that Magnus couldn’t be wrong, but the situation was turning sour.

“It smells like throw up,” my husband said.

We each took a bite. I heard Jonathan in my ear. Remember, this is a culture that eats lutefisk. Even Magnus admits that Swedish food culture gave rise to the world’s smelliest food, sour herring. There are winter months when the sun doesn’t stray above 45 degrees in the sky.

I took another bite.

Definitely tastier than lutefisk.