With the opportunity to make chicken pies arising suddenly out of the ruins of a bread bake gone bad, I had to plan on the fly. Since I’m also still learning this, results were bound to be…uneven.
First one out of the oven. FAR too big. Cut it in half and wrapped up the big half for later.
Darned good. Needs gravy, but considering the chaos my kitchen – and every other horizontal surface in the Lair – is in at the moment, this quick snack would have to settle for barbecue sauce. Didn’t work that great.
Smaller – and less time in the oven – worked out fine. I’ll bring one of these over to Landlady’s place. She’s coming in this evening, just in time for all the weekend rain.
Bread baking normally makes a big mess in my vestpocket kitchen. Suddenly turning it into a meat pie project completes the job of ruination, so if you’ll excuse me I have quite a lot of cleaning up to do. Ghost took his half of the leftover filling and left without so much as a thank you, but Little Bear was there for me with the clean-up…
He’s such a mensch.
That’s a very impressive pot cleaning machine you have there!
Good looking food is for magazine covers. As long as the food tasted good and digested well who cares what it looks like? I say, good job.