Imagine cloud-soft Fritos swimming in crimson chili silk, cradling golden cheese confetti—the kind that makes your spoon pause mid-scoop while you whisper, “Aunt Bea, you witch of the prairie.” My Aunt Bea baked this in her 1935 Oklahoma dust-choked kitchen after the bank took our land, using up WPA rations to feed Dust Bowl refugees. For 89 years, it’s been the star of every harvest moon, drought summer, and “the world’s on fire but this pan is perfect” moment. When you crack through that crust, you’re not just eating dinner—you’re tasting the grit of a woman who fed 12 children on a sharecropper’s wage.

Why You’ll Love This Recipe

✅ Fritos that stay crisp—never soggy, never sad (Aunt Bea’s no-thaw rule)

✅ Sauce that clings like a vow—no watery separation here

✅ Cheese that melts like lava—no rubbery pockets

✅ Bakes in one pan—no fancy layers, no sink drama

✅ Makes your kitchen smell like a Dust Bowl campfire—even in July

✅ Leftover magic—cold casserole becomes skillet pie fit for saints

“At my husband’s funeral, the casserole dishes sat full while folks scraped the last bits of Aunt Bea’s pan from the platter. The preacher said, ‘Some souls speak through sermons. This one speaks through dust.’”

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