…I’m not sure why I’m telling you this. But who are ‘You’ anyways? Right.

On January 3rd, 2009 – a seemingly innocent Sunday evening –  I satiated my inner domestic beast and conquered the Chicken Pot Pie – something I’ve been wanting to make for forever. Having mastered the Quiche, the pumpkin bread, and the Chocolate Chip pancake, I was seeking to push the envelope.

See, by ‘master’ I mean barely manage to NOT entirely screw up. It’s true. I’m kind of a crappy cook. I’m hungry and impatient and don’t like to measure things.  Also, my oven – most likely because of some odd Brooklyn air thing, or mayhaps because my landlord is a slightly negligent agoraphobe – does not really like to work. So – I was stoked yet frightened to attempt this.

Surprisingly enough – it was pretty simple – and if Steve says so himself – delicious.

I simply diced and boiled some chicken and wegetables (peas, carrots, celery) –

…made a basic white sauce with buttery onions, added some chicken broth – Pied the two units together in a pre-made shell –

Gave it a pie-hat, and baked! Voila!

I’d like to thank  my Mom, Elizabeth’s knife block, buddy (who truly taught me to cut vegetables) and also the chicken(s) who gave their lives for my dinner, and subsequent lunch. My faith in my ability to make edible things is officially restored.