I feel like I often use the weather to introduce my recipes. It’s kind of standard protocol. It’s fretfully hot? (It’s Not). Popsicles! Or hey! It’s cold! (It is cold, even in California these days, jeez.) We need sweaters. Mugs of tea. And chicken pot pie!
It makes sense — warm, rib-sticking fare for chillier weather — but really, weather talk? Has it come to that? We’re all friends here, after all. We can talk about our ups and downs, the joys and heartbreaks and embarrassments of it all. I just read a lovely essay about heartbreak here, actually. Heartbreak comes in many forms, though, as I’m sure you’re aware.
Chicken pot pie can help with heartbreaks.
And embarrassments? My life is full of them. I’m really good at tripping in public, over nothing but my own (normal sized, you should know) feet. In college I majored in American Studies but if you asked me who our 5th President was, I’d have to Google it. And the other day while clothes shopping I ran into a girl I went to grade school with — I was half-zipped into a too-small dress and had just popped my head out of the fitting room to ask my sister for help, and oh hey! There she was. Tall and svelte and beautiful, smiling and ready to catch up on 20 lost years of friendship. I thought I should hug her but didn’t want to risk ripping the dress/being naked so instead I just took an awkward half-step forward and stood there, grinning dumbly. She asked me about my life and then I think I asked her if she had checked out the sale section? Awesome. Oh and also, last week I forgot to wear deodorant to a group exercise class.
Joys are better. My current joys include going on chilly runs with my dad and sister before eating too much cheesecake. Watching my new niece, Matilda, and hoping she’ll fall asleep on me. Cozying up with cheeseball Christmas movies on abc family. Or nailing a cookbook recipe on the first try! Joy.
Chicken pot pie is a joy, especially one that’s homemade but simplified (rotisserie chicken meat and Pillsbury crust, holler). I made this for Matilda’s new parents a few weeks ago, and it was so heartwarmingly good that I made it again the very next day. It makes enough for two medium-sized pans of pot pie, so we ate one and I stashed the other in the freezer, where it will keep for a few months (if it lasts that long), ready to ease the next heartbreak, soothe the inevitable embarrassment, or celebrate the next joy — maybe just a chilly evening with friends and family.
Joy to you, friends! And chicken pot pie.