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Divorce Bard

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While the ashes of marriage #2 were cooling, I began a journal here in verse, to keep myself out of trouble. So far so good, and one day at a time. I took a hiatus this past January, and I missed it terribly. Writing daily had changed the way I think - not my opinions, but the process of thinking itself. So here I am back again, and hungry. I began with three rules: (1) Iambic pentameter, (2) Perfect rhyme, and (3) It had to be true (no hyperbole). I hereby amend rule number 3: If I'm writing about myself, yes, it has to be true. But it doesn't, if I want to tell a story.

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JANUARY 29, 2012 11:30PM

Chicken Pot Pie #2. Sunday Jan 29, 2012

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Tonight my children dined on something new,
Partaking in my sav'ry pie debut.
The pie that doesn't scan was such a hit,
We've eaten nearly ev'ry single bit.
When I had done, God how my stomach sagged -
And then I bragged, and bragged, and bragged, and bragged.

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GOGO! Love me some chicken pot pie.../r
hah! that's a kick of a last line!
You have every reason to brag. Same way I do when the Marie Callendar one slides out of the microwave container without leaving any of the crust behind.
I looked up a recipe and photo of Chicken Pot Pie as I hadn't heard of it before ... that is until your post the other night! It looks and sounds "yummy" and is so much healthier than our meat pie, that's for sure!

I'm glad it went well, DB, and the children and you, yourself, enjoyed it. Now ... what's next?!?
Way to go. Success on two fronts--poem and pie.
Adorable bragging rights in iambic pentameter no less.
A recipe of love ... of heart ... and heart ... and heart. Your daughter's eyes ... were shining, Bard. We can see the shine from here.
Triumphant! I have always been scared of making those, so I stand in admiration....R
A couple of years ago, I didn’t know what to make the kids for dinner. So I looked at what was in the kitchen cabinets, and googled it. I’ve never looked back. And over time, I’ve started to have a little self-confidence in the kitchen. The kids have been marvelous, all along the way. And I’m beginning to believe that when my daughter is an adult, she and I will talk about food. She is such a wonderful person to cook for. My son may come along a little later; for now, he is more of an eat-so-I-can-leave-the-table-and-play personality.

By the way, here is a link to the recipe: http://allrecipes.com/recipe/chicken-pot-pie-ix/

heidi, thank you for your approval and your blessing!

MichelleD, and to think – I’ve successfully supplanted Trader Joe’s in her estimation.

femme, I bragged ALL OVER TOWN.

Margaret, we take our victories in small steps. Food conquers all.

Kate, what’s next? Actually, I’ve promised the kids two more things this season: french onion soup (I have to buy the bowls), and a quasi-ethnic sugar cake that I grew up with. By the way, I looked up the history of chicken pot pie – we apparently get it from the pilgrims, who settled the Massachusetts colony very early. That would explain why it’s known in North America, but not in the other former British colonies.

JL, thanks. And what a success! (There I go again.)

anna1, you are absolutely, positively, correct. It was a tremendous delight to cook this, specifically for her.

Michelle, don’t be scared! No one is looking! (Me, I timed the pie so that I would have enough margin to cook them pasta, if it was a disaster.)

Thanks everyone. This was a lot of fun, although not as fun as the pie itself. Thanks for rooting for a middle-aged father of young kids, who has caught himself actually taking a liking to the kitchen. You’re all the best.

Goodnight!
I wondered how it turned out.