Cabin fever last weekend found me in St. Helen, avoiding Tip Up Town, and looking for food fast. Not the normal fare, but hunger is immediate. So what do I chance upon, something I haven't eaten for years, pot pies. It was really good, and on sale. I took the plunge. I don't have total recall, so I only ordered one, mistake of the first magnitude! It was so good that I cursed my judgement the rest of the day for forgetting my reflexive response.
In 1970, the year that I quit Pontiac Motors, my daughter Colleen and I ate three of them every day for lunch a year straight. Since she was only three, and hadn't mastered nutrition facts, not a single whisper of complaint was uttered. In all fairness, she never complained about anything anyway.
I fired up two of them today, but after having learned to read nutrition facts myself, am a little nervous about eating them.
3 comments:
Maybe your next project would be to learn to make pot pies. Think of the freedom,think of the gratification,if not instant at least not a car ride!
I am thinking along those same lines. When I put it all together, it is going to be huge. Not like a miniature, store bought one, but massive like a cherry pie.
But can you make your own crust??????I am sure Paula would help you. I would just go to the store and buy 2 already made crusts like we discussed over a few beers.
Barb
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