A while ago (a few weeks maybe?), I made two chicken pot pies. We ate one for dinner and froze the second one. The other night, Owen was poking around the deep freeze and said, “How about pot pie for dinner?”
“Sounds good to me,” I said.
We didn’t take it out to defrost since it was already cooked. Figured we’d just stick it in the oven and keep cooking it until the thermometer said it was hot enough.
And, that’s what we did. It took just under an hour to heat until it was 150 internally. We took it out, sliced into it.
I finally said, “That’s not chicken. That’s apple. This is an apple pie.”
We three stood there looking at it. I remembered we’d made a couple of apple pies at the same time I made the chicken pies. I’d made a lot of crust and needed to use it. We all like apple pie. Now, there was the pie. We were hungry.
“Screw it,” Garry said and took a huge piece of pie. Then we all took a big piece of pie and ate. Fruit is good for you. Vitamin C and plenty of cinnamon, too. The crust is sort of like bread, right? After that, I ate something out of a can. Owen found a bagel. Garry ate the remainder of the pie.
It was the best dinner we’d had in months.
“I think,” Owen said as he finished his last bite of pie, “We need to start marking these containers before we freeze them.” Yep. Definitely. I have to assume we had already eaten the chicken pot pie, though no one could remember exactly when.
There’s no moral to the story except that apple pie isn’t a bad main course. A little caloric, but yummy.