Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Chicken pot pie and other terribly important things.

I prepare my dinners in advance and portion them out into Tupperware containers for the week. Do you do that? When I get home from work, I pop one in the microwave and I’m set. It’s all very industrial. I even eat right out of the Tupperware because I have this thing about washing dishes and the thing is I don’t like to do it. 

Now, I would like to have chicken pot pie for dinner tonight. Not just any chicken pot pie. I want this chicken pot pie. In my mouth. Tonight.

But I can’t have chicken pot pie for dinner because I already have my Tupperware dinner ready for tonight and it is brown rice and steak and spinach. Brown rice and steak and spinach. But who would want brown rice and steak and spinach when you could have chicken pot pie, I ask you? I would guess nobody.

The thing is, guys, here is the thing: I cannot have chicken pot pie tonight. Not just because I already have brown rice and steak and spinach ready, but because chicken pot pie is about 85% pure butter. And that kind of butter-laden foodstuff has no place in a Tuesday night. Perhaps a Sunday (because do you guys watch what you eat on Sundays? I have always thought that Sunday calories don’t mean anything on account of it being a holy day and all. Please support, if you will.) and I just remembered that Sunday nights are the perfect nights to cook chicken pot pie and also my sister will be in town and I think that calls for a little buttery celebration. Now I am satisfied because I know I will have chicken pot pie soon even if tonight I will only have brown rice and steak and spinach.


And, while we’re on the subject, how good are pancakes? Someday, when I am a gazillionaire, I will hire someone to bring me fresh-off-the-griddle pancakes every hour, on the hour. Not that I will eat them every hour, mind you; I would just like to have the option.

7 comments:

Kristina P. said...

I love your crazy.

Amy Brinton said...

Am I the sister who is coming? I hope so.

Also, your 5-year-old nephew did not appreciate the chicken and gravy over brown rice that I made last night and so he--on his very, very OWN--made a batch of pancakes. And they tasted like bona fide pancakes! Maybe you can hire him to make you pancakes, for much less than a gazillion dollars.

Kristen said...

I love that this is what you're thinking about at 4:10 am. Also "the chew" had a recipe yesterday for apple rings that you coat in pancake batter and then put on thd griddle. Ponder that for a minute...

Kim said...

WHAT?!? *furiously googles "apple ring pancakes" and brushes away tears*

Amy, I was wondering if the little guy would like to come live with me. Free room and board for pancakes on demand.

Michelle said...

You didn't make me chicken pot pie.

Kim said...

Oh snap. I forgot. Next time you come down, I'll fix you something special.

Molly Hickcox said...

Kim Raynor. You are still one of the funniest girls around. If someone tells you otherwise, they are dumb. And, congrats on your developing story... :)