Don't Make Me Release The Flying Monkeys

Last night I made a garlicky chicken pot pie for me and beowabbit, the perfect hot comfort food on a freezing winter night. Everybody got some -- the cats got the raw trimmings from the chicken when I was prepping last night, and vanguardcdk had some and liked it in spite of the mushrooms. Oh yes, it had mushrooms, potatoes, peas, carrots, and diced chicken breast, all in a creamy garlic-chicken sauce inside a flaky golden crust. The kind of food that you need to have sex after eating, because you're so overflowing with life's bounty.

Pie is magical food. You can put anything you want in it, and it emerges from the oven beaming with homespun joy and flavor. No matter if you're vegan or a meatasaur, or whether you prefer sweet or savory, it's all pie and it's all good. I'm in a very Titus mood today, full of inspiration for at least 20 kinds of pie that I've never had but which I think would be luscious. Maybe I should host a pie supper sometime this winter and we can watch Sweeney Todd. (My beloved beowabbit bought me a new DVD player!).

Pies On My Mind:

Ham with cheddar and smoked gouda pie
Key tangerine pie
Flan pie
Chili pie (hey, I've never had it)
Those medieval meat-fruit pies from A Boke of Gode Cookery (mostly cuz beowabbit is into the meat-fruit interface)
Thanksgiving food pie (turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, etc)
Coffee cream pie (chocolate covered espresso beans for garnish, oh yes)
Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Mini Pies (don't think I wouldn't)
This just goes on....

I packed up the leftovers for him to bring to work for lunch today. I adore my Wabbity Wuver!