So this happened yesterday. That’s a freshly baked chicken pot pie that had an unfortunate meeting with the floor. It turns out disposable pie pans are not very sturdy. I cried. The girls both grabbed forks. After my tears subsided, I laughed at the fact that my girls aren’t too proud to eat chicken pot pie off the floor. Of course they aren’t. They eat chicken off the floor at Chick-fil-A all the time. (Disgusting, I know. I try to stop them, but they’re fast I tell you.) The worst part was the chicken pot pie wasn’t even for us. It was for a family I only knew through mutual friends. I texted a pic of the disaster to the momma I would soon meet and told her I was working on a Plan B.
We ended up taking their family the chicken and rice soup I had made for us to eat. When we piled out of the van at their house, I went up to the door with my humble dinner offering and a slightly embarrassed heart. We walked through the front door, and I saw a Lindsay Letters canvas with a quote from Shauna Niequist’s Bread and Wine hanging on the wall, and I knew this was a divine meeting orchestrated by God despite any pot pie fiascoes. I think Shauna said it perfectly, “This is what I want you to do: I want you to tell someone you love them, and dinner’s at six. I want you to throw open your front door and welcome the people you love into the inevitable mess with hugs and laughter…” Within minutes, my heart had attached to this fellow momma, our journeys both having so much in common. She introduced me to her four daughters, one of whom they adopted from China a year ago. We laughed and even teared up a couple times. We shared adoption stories and homeschooling stories and several only-God stories.
After I left her house, I got in the car and saw a text from Liz telling me to bring the girls over since we were already in her neighborhood. So, we stopped by intending to only stay a minute. One of my kids wasn’t even wearing shoes, and Liz was in the middle of folding laundry. But the kids ran around like banshees, giddy to be with their best friends. And pretty soon Liz and I were throwing biscuits in the oven and pushing eggs and sausage around on the stove. Friendship is a messy, beautiful gift.
Chicken Pot Pie
from Matt’s sweet step-mom Jan
- 1 chicken boiled and shredded or 4 chicken breasts boiled and shredded (Or use the meat from one rotisserie chicken to save time!)
- 1 small onion
- 1 stick butter
- 1 can cream of chicken soup (you can find an organic version on the natural food aisle if you’re interested!)
- 8 oz sour cream
- 1 can of peas and carrots, drained
- 1/2 teaspoon salt (use a little more if you use the organic version of cream of chicken soup because it isn’t as salty)
- Good dash of pepper
- 2 pie crusts (store-bought or homemade, whichever you prefer!)
Saute the onion in the stick of butter. Mix shredded and cooked chicken, onion, cream of chicken soup, peas and carrots, sour cream, salt, and pepper together. Line a pie plate with one of the crusts and lightly brown crust in the oven. Pour chicken mixture into lightly browned crust. Top with the other crust and seal the edges. Make slits in the top crust to let the steam escape. Bake at 350 degrees for about 40 minutes or until the top crust is lightly browned. Then, allow it to rest for 30-45 minutes so the inside has time to set.
I’m going to have to recommend you NOT use a disposable pie pan. But if your pot pie should end up on the floor, grab a fork and remember Shauna’s advice, “Tell someone you love them, and dinner’s at six…throw open your front door and welcome the people you love into the inevitable mess with hugs and laughter…” And maybe a few residual tears.