Chicken Pot Pie tops the list of comfort foods in my opinion. On any given cold, icy, nasty Wisconsin winter night, the crunch of pastry as I chop the crust up into the soppy "pie" is just heavenly. But why, I ask myself, do I like a Pot Pie so much? You've gotta ask when you admit to yourself that we're not talking homemade yumminess here. Nope, we're talking the bargain brand pot pie that's flour gravy insides filled with one or two tiny pieces of chicken, a microchip or two of carrots. Toss in essence of potatoe and zest of carrot and you've got the classic pot pie of my dreams.
Oh - be sure to burn the crust. My husband, Rick, is convinced my mother had to be a rotten cook because I prefer everything crunchy (i.e., burned). I think it has nothing to do with my mom (who, for the record is an excellent cook, though I must say, her occassional disasters are the stuff family legends are made of). I think it's just that I got used to my own cooking. I'm an okay cook. I do some things really, really well. Most things okay. And some things are requested never to be seen again. So it goes.
Then, there's tapioca pudding. The perfect antidote for nearly any illness not involving the digestive tract (since those types of illnesses are strickly NPO.) And poppyseed cake with White Mountain frosting. And ribs slow cooked All Day Long until they melt when you look at them. And mom's Gingersnap cookies. And lefse, because it reminds me of my Grandma. And mashed potatoes. Lots of mashed potatoes. (Sigh)
Why am I so interested in food you ask? Because I'm on a frickin' diet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Mmmm.... food.
Ice cream has to top my list -- I really love the kind with bits of stuff in it: burgundy cherry, chocolate cherry, chocolate anything, caramel cashew, caramel anything ... maybe I should list ice cream flavors I DON'T like. . . . . Nope. Can't think of any.
My older daughter makes interesting noises when she's eating something particularly yummy. It sounds low and sonorous, and usually begins with "mmmmmm" and ends with the name of the food she's enjoying, as in, "mmmmm ... cheese..." or "mmmm ... cheesecake."
I wondered where that came from, until I heard myself over the weekend say, "mmmmm ... orange juice" when I had my first sip of the freshest-squeezed orange juice you can buy in a store.
I believe it's a GOOD thing that we can truly enjoy and appreciate the little things in life. Even if it makes US much bigger than the little things we were when we were in our twenties.
I just finished "sampling" a loaf of Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Gingerbread from Great Harvest. My taste buds loved it way past the point where my stomach said, "enough!"
But ... mmmm ... it was gooood!
Peanut Butter - Yuck.
Butter Pecan - Double Yuck
Maple - YYYYYYUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK
On the other hand... Fresh raspberry scones drizzled with chocolate.
And Super Chief French Toast
We made Super Chief French Toast today for Shannon and Josh. Wow, it's a lot of work! We tried 4 different kinds of bread, and used 15 eggs + 3 cups FAT FREE half & half.
Shannon & Josh really loved it, though, so it was worth the effort ... and next time we'll only use the winning bread: Great Harvest white.
John thought the french toast wasn't the same without the fat, but I couldn't tell the difference except when he was browning the first batch ... NO FAT = sticking to the griddle! With some spray PAM, though, the rest of them were perfect.
I also bought powdered sugar to sprinkle on the finished french toast, and served fresh strawberries with little cups of powdered sugar for each person to dip into. Along with Sendik's fresh orange juice and a tall glass of cold milk ... who could ask for anything more?!?!?
THANK YOU for a new family tradition!
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