One cup of liquid. Mr. Hawthorne used the pineapple juice in the can plus enough water to equal one cup.
Good old-fashioned comfort food. Except for one thing. My mother used to make this all the time. That's where I got the "recipe." But somehow that got twisted in Mr. Hawthorne's little mind and he started talking about some chick in Chatham who used to make this for him. I remember I used to make this for him quite frequently. So who the hell is the chick in Chatham? Mr. Hawthorne couldn't remember exactly. Could it be because there was no chick in Chatham?