Years ago when we were using the word “millennium” a lot, I went to this gathering at a friend’s house and she was all, “Hey, you want some chicken pot pie?” I thought that was a weird thing to offer, because in my upbringing, that means you’re gonna open a pre-made frozen miniature pie and pop it in the oven for 30 minutes. I was hungry, so 30 minutes seemed a while to wait for food at a gathering that had been planned for days. But I did not wish to offend and I said, “Um, sure!” Continue reading “Shh Don’t Tell Chicken Pot Pie”
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I'm no master chef, but you might learn something here, and at the very least, you'll giggle.
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