A few weeks ago, I made and froze my first-ever potpie. On a day when I had some particularly thorny budget issues to work on, I took some of the leftovers to the office with me. After all, there are times when a girl just knows she’s going to need some comfort food midway through the process.
As I was reheating my serving, a coworker walked in our office kitchen. She and hadn’t seen each other for weeks, but in that particular 24-hour period, had run into each other in the kitchen at least three times. “We seem to be on the same eating schedule,” she said.
“I’m actually on a budget-avoidance schedule,” I said.
The microwave finished its work, and I lifted off the lid of my storage container to add salt and pepper to the potpie.
“That looks good,” said my coworker.
“It’s turkey potpie,” I said. “It’s very comforting. It’s like Prozac for work.”
“I might have to come to your office later and try that,” she said.
on Dec 2nd, 2009 at 7:02 am
I’m in the process of making turkey pot pie for Mr Chiots while hunting. I love love love it, I make mine with dumplings instead of the flaky crust though.
on Dec 2nd, 2009 at 7:17 am
Chiot’s Run, I basically did a dumpling style, as well — it was a whole-wheat biscuit crust, which functionally works like dumplings on top. So comforting and so satisfying. :-)