number 300 a.k.a. chicken pot pie
you might ask me why i'm in a good mood today.
and i might tell you it's because i get to put all my belongings which i somehow managed to cram into my little two door car (sans the box of cheerios my mom woke me up to remind me to take) into an apartment. an apartment. my apartment. courtesy of this man and his wife.
no. more. commuting.
and no more exorbitant weekly gas expenditures. (there are way too many big words in that sentence)
to show my gratitude to my parents for their patience with my boxes lining their hallways for the last month, i decided to make sunday dinner. chicken pot pie.
my own recipe.
which i invented.
while i was making it.
on sunday.
now that i look back at it, i think my main weakness with cooking is that i approach it the same way i did when i was ten... if it looks good, throw it in. this is the technique that led to the banana/tang/peanut butter smoothie of '91.
and the black bean surprise of '98.
i will say this about the chicken pot pie of '05....
1. i liked it,
2. it may or may not have made my dad sick to his stomach,
and 3. last night for an "apartment warming" present, my mom gave me a cookbook.
and i might tell you it's because i get to put all my belongings which i somehow managed to cram into my little two door car (sans the box of cheerios my mom woke me up to remind me to take) into an apartment. an apartment. my apartment. courtesy of this man and his wife.
no. more. commuting.
and no more exorbitant weekly gas expenditures. (there are way too many big words in that sentence)
to show my gratitude to my parents for their patience with my boxes lining their hallways for the last month, i decided to make sunday dinner. chicken pot pie.
my own recipe.
which i invented.
while i was making it.
on sunday.
now that i look back at it, i think my main weakness with cooking is that i approach it the same way i did when i was ten... if it looks good, throw it in. this is the technique that led to the banana/tang/peanut butter smoothie of '91.
and the black bean surprise of '98.
i will say this about the chicken pot pie of '05....
1. i liked it,
2. it may or may not have made my dad sick to his stomach,
and 3. last night for an "apartment warming" present, my mom gave me a cookbook.
Comments
i've had black beans 3 times in two days. i call it the mexicano challenge. my co-worker tells me it just means that i'm a challenge to sit next to.
that's my black bean surprise!
as for black bean surprise... i picture this being something like an ice cream puff, that you cut into, and SURPRISE, black beans and hot fudge. mmmmmmmm.
I think Provo is a larger scale version of the Villa. . .it always pull you back in and you always see people who know every now and then.
P.S. I dare you to try a non-mormon style casserole or enchiladas. I double dog dare you!!
For some reason this imagery came to mind...
:)
also, when you cooked fondue for me it was delicious! just thought you should know.