I guess the Internet is where we share minor disappointments. I have one! I wanted to do something nice for my fine son, so I Started Making hand-held pies from scratch. Wouldn't it be nice, if you're a hardworking student, to be able tor each into the freezer and grab a Chicken pie?
So I located a recipe, boldly, from Martha Stewart. Because me and Martha.
And I bought a chicken, and and bought new flour, because mine was stale, and greek yogurt because I had none. And I made crust from scratch, and chilled it, and made the whole chicken from scratch too. First, the live chicken probably did it's own scratching. And then me, threw it in a pot. And I didn't eat the whole damn thing, the way Those Darlin's did.
And I rolled out the pie crust and cut it into circles, and even measured. With an engineer scale. And Blah Blah blah, smooshed them together kind of neatly, and made little "R"s on the top as a vent, and so on. And it was going swimmingly.
I even started making bone broth with the leftover chicken parts in a cauldron, the way the cool kids are doing these days.
And then they were done cooking, according to the timer, but they didn't look brown on top. So I put a tiny bit of cheddar cheese on there (yummy idea, right?), and turned it on to broil.
And then, alas, got distracted by going outside for just a minute. When I returned, Isaw flames, actual flames, leaping out of the oven. I was happy to have a fire extinguisher.
Sorry Riley.
So I located a recipe, boldly, from Martha Stewart. Because me and Martha.
And I bought a chicken, and and bought new flour, because mine was stale, and greek yogurt because I had none. And I made crust from scratch, and chilled it, and made the whole chicken from scratch too. First, the live chicken probably did it's own scratching. And then me, threw it in a pot. And I didn't eat the whole damn thing, the way Those Darlin's did.
And I rolled out the pie crust and cut it into circles, and even measured. With an engineer scale. And Blah Blah blah, smooshed them together kind of neatly, and made little "R"s on the top as a vent, and so on. And it was going swimmingly.
I even started making bone broth with the leftover chicken parts in a cauldron, the way the cool kids are doing these days.
And then they were done cooking, according to the timer, but they didn't look brown on top. So I put a tiny bit of cheddar cheese on there (yummy idea, right?), and turned it on to broil.
And then, alas, got distracted by going outside for just a minute. When I returned, Isaw flames, actual flames, leaping out of the oven. I was happy to have a fire extinguisher.
Sorry Riley.
