Smoke in the Kitchen, Pie in the Oven
I am domestic. As much as I hate that sometimes...I am like a trained dog longing to run in the wild.
Enough of the drama Kathy...
I baked 2 chicken pot pies today. Not the frozen kind you pull out of box and bake. Not even the kind where you open a can of something and peel open a premade pie crust. OHHH NOOO
I make mine from scratch. The crust, the filling...it's all ME baby.
The only thing that starts out frozen is the chicken and the peas. The rest is fresh.
Why did you make 2 pies?
Good question.
One for us and one for the neighbor.
Oh Kath, that's so nice of you!
Please...hold your compliments for the end.
I might have mentioned before, we have very nice (and rich) neighbors. Remember that spa tub I put in the bathroom? Remember how I said our neighbors gave it to us?
Well, I'm finally getting around to paying them back.
Let me get this straight...they gave you a gorgeous, slightly used spa tub that cost upwards of 1 thousand dollars and you give them a lousy pot pie?
Uhm, yeah. But watch it mister....it's not lousy. It is the best damn pot pie this side of the Rockies!!
Honestly, what can you give rich people that they don't have already?
It's a very good thing I am finally taking over the pie. We just found out that they are leaving this Wednesday. They sold their massive house to a contractor and heading for a 10 acre parcel in Virginia. Why are they moving? This place is so wonderful!
I know.
Well, for one- they don't have kids. It's easier to just pull stakes and move.
Second- they are both pilots and this new place is closer to where they will soon start flying out of.
Third- some folks in this town are still mifted at them for disregarding the rules and clearing out a very old cherry tree orchard.
GET OVER IT PEOPLE!
I almost forgot...smoke.
No big deal really....the pie bubbled over and hit the element. Smoke caused the smoke detector to go off. It happens.
Wish I liked cooking more, but truth is I don't.
3 hours in the kitchen is not my idea of fun.
posted by Kathy at 2:32 PM
3 Comments:
When I read the title, I thought that you and the hubby got naughty in the kitchen and now you were going to be a family of five! LOL!
7:50 AM
That is never going to happen. But now that I read it again...it can see how you thought that.
Nah- I was being very literal.
8:38 AM
I can smell them cooking.
When I was a little kid (eons ago) I remember my mother making chicken pot pies from scratch. I never liked them. I remember the aroma. They did smell good.
As I reminisce about those days I realized the foods I didn't like as a little kid, I now enjoy. I used to hate rice, chicken (baked or fried), and steak.
When I go home next time for the holidays, and my mother asks me what I want for Christmas, I am going to reply, "Mom, one of your chicken pot pies!"
Now you've gone and done it! My stomach is grumbling!
10:01 AM
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