ULTIMATE Chicken Casserole

Instructions:

 

  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees and grease a 9×13 baking pan with cooking spray.
  2. In a medium bowl, combine the cooked pasta, chicken, corn, milk, cream of chicken, onion, garlic, cheese, bacon, and salt/pepper.
  3. Pour mixture into greased pan.
  4. Sprinkle French fried onions evenly on top.
  5. Place pan into preheated oven and bake for about 30 minutes.
  6. Remove from oven and serve warm!

Tips & Variations

  • Add ½ cup sour cream for extra creaminess.

  • Mix in peas or diced carrots for added veggies.

  • Use rotisserie chicken for convenience.

  • Sprinkle extra cheese on top before adding onions for a cheesier finish.

  • Add a pinch of paprika or dried thyme for extra flavor.

Creamy, cheesy, and topped with that golden crunch — this chicken noodle casserole is pure comfort food.

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