Chicken Pot Pie

[MajestyJo]

I was looking at a magazine in the doctor's office today. They had taken homemade chicken vegetable soup and I would have thickened it with cornstarch, they probably used flour, put some in a pie plate and covered it with store bought pastry.

I don't like celery raw or to eat but don't mind the flavour. I put it in bigger chunks so I can see it and pick it off my plate.

Any veggies would do, I also like to add parley and sometimes rosemary.

I generally get chicken breast bones for soup as I don't like the dark meat, even in soup.

Today I was feeling like comfort food but didn't have the energy to cook anything.

[JanetL]

I was looking at a magazine in the doctor's office today. They had taken homemade chicken vegetable soup and I would have thickened it with cornstarch, they probably used flour, put some in a pie plate and covered it with store bought pastry.

I don't like celery raw or to eat but don't mind the flavour. I put it in bigger chunks so I can see it and pick it off my plate.

Any veggies would do, I also like to add parley and sometimes rosemary.

I generally get chicken breast bones for soup as I don't like the dark meat, even in soup.

Today I was feeling like comfort food but didn't have the energy to cook anything.

Joanne,

I made a homeade chicken pot pie night before last, and it was really good...if I must say so myself.
I have a recipe for Mexican Chicken casserole, so I decided to borrow from it to make my chicken pot pie.

Instead of store bought pastry...I used soft mexican tortilla's. I layered them in the dish like I would when making lasagna.
I stewed my chicken and put it in a bowl and cut it into chucks. I added 2 cans of cream of chicken soup to the chicken stock in the pot. I added a package of mixed vegetables and cooked it together until smooth. I sprayed my 9x9 pan with cooking spray and began the layering process with the tortilla's. For the top, I used tortilla's also. I sprinkled it with cheedar cheese and baked it (just until bubbly.)
My kids and thier friends loved it. It is the easiest way for me to make a good dinner without too much fuss. One could add mushrooms and pimento in the jar, if desired.

Thanks,
Janet

[Pythonpappy]

Joanne,

I made a homeade chicken pot pie night before last, and it was really good...if I must say so myself.
I have a recipe for Mexican Chicken casserole, so I decided to borrow from it to make my chicken pot pie.

Instead of store bought pastry...I used soft mexican tortilla's. I layered them in the dish like I would when making lasagna.
I stewed my chicken and put it in a bowl and cut it into chucks. I added 2 cans of cream of chicken soup to the chicken stock in the pot. I added a package of mixed vegetables and cooked it together until smooth. I sprayed my 9x9 pan with cooking spray and began the layering process with the tortilla's. For the top, I used tortilla's also. I sprinkled it with cheedar cheese and baked it (just until bubbly.)
My kids and thier friends loved it. It is the easiest way for me to make a good dinner without too much fuss. One could add mushrooms and pimento in the jar, if desired.

Thanks,
Janet

Okay, ... Just how long did it 'really' take you to 'pluck' the feathers??? ... Before you could even start cooking???

Goober

[JanetL]

Okay, ... Just how long did it 'really' take you to 'pluck' the feathers??? ... Before you could even start cooking???

Goober

Gosh, I don't know Goober,lol. When I think of those before us who had to chase down a chicken and wring its neck(kill it) then de-feather it(is that a word?) clean it out, then cook it, then debone,LOL It is terrible.

I guess, it is what one gets conditioned to do. I just hope we as a society don't have to go back to doing those things. I guess, I would if I had to, but man it wouldn't be easy.

I cooked frozen chicken breasts without another thought to the process of it getting there. If I had to think of that, I'd probably turn vegetarian.
Man I am spoiled...by the world we live in. :162:

Boo Boo Janet

[Pythonpappy]

Gosh, I don't know Goober,lol. When I think of those before us who had to chase down a chicken and wring its neck(kill it) then de-feather it(is that a word?) clean it out, then cook it, then debone,LOL It is terrible.

I guess, it is what one gets conditioned to do. I just hope we as a society don't have to go back to doing those things. I guess, I would if I had to, but man it wouldn't be easy.

I cooked frozen chicken breasts without another thought to the process of it getting there. If I had to think of that, I'd probably turn vegetarian.
Man I am spoiled...by the world we live in. :162:

Boo Boo Janet

Hey BooBoo, ... Where I grew up we did just that ... Usually three or four at a time ... (since it gets messy) ... If we wanted 'fried chicken' just go out to the chicken coop and grab one ... then came the hatchet or if you were good at it you could 'wring' their necks ... then came the three or four minutes of them running around all 'willy-nilly' spraying blood everywhere ... the we dipped them into boiling water for a minute, then the plucking was made easier(ooooh but did this give off a pewtrid smell) ... then we'd roll up an old newspaper and lit the end of it on fire and held it under the chicken briefly to singe the hair off them ...

Then you cut it up the way you wanted and cooked it however you wanted ... the neck, gizzard, liver, and heart were boiled in water with some salt and pepper to make broth for later use in cassaroles, dressing, and stews and such ...

OH Boy, were those the 'good ole days' ... Ya know, I think this could be a reason our country is in the shape it's in today ... cause we have literally 'every cotton-pickin thing at our fingertips' ... Want a hot burrito? Just pull one out of the freezer and pop it in the microwave and poof, one to two minutes, you got your face stuffed with the thing ... This leads to 'no more family dinners, no more relaxed communications with our kids, etc ... I could be mistaken, but i think our easy lifestyle promotes alienation of ourselves from one another!!!

Good Lord, see what you guys got me to thinking??? ... How did I end up here??? ... Oh man, I gotta go ...

Love ya both, BooBoo, JoJo,:42:
Pappy

[JanetL]

Hey BooBoo, ... Where I grew up we did just that ... Usually three or four at a time ... (since it gets messy) ... If we wanted 'fried chicken' just go out to the chicken coop and grab one ... then came the hatchet or if you were good at it you could 'wring' their necks ... then came the three or four minutes of them running around all 'willy-nilly' spraying blood everywhere ... the we dipped them into boiling water for a minute, then the plucking was made easier(ooooh but did this give off a pewtrid smell) ... then we'd roll up an old newspaper and lit the end of it on fire and held it under the chicken briefly to singe the hair off them ...

Then you cut it up the way you wanted and cooked it however you wanted ... the neck, gizzard, liver, and heart were boiled in water with some salt and pepper to make broth for later use in cassaroles, dressing, and stews and such ...

OH Boy, were those the 'good ole days' ... Ya know, I think this could be a reason our country is in the shape it's in today ... cause we have literally 'every cotton-pickin thing at our fingertips' ... Want a hot burrito? Just pull one out of the freezer and pop it in the microwave and poof, one to two minutes, you got your face stuffed with the thing ... This leads to 'no more family dinners, no more relaxed communications with our kids, etc ... I could be mistaken, but i think our easy lifestyle promotes alienation of ourselves from one another!!!

Good Lord, see what you guys got me to thinking??? ... How did I end up here??? ... Oh man, I gotta go ...

Love ya both, BooBoo, JoJo,:42:
Pappy

Ya, know Goober you may be right.

My father born in 1923 who lived thru the Depression era always said things like you did above. "That's what's wrong with these kids today...They should have to work like I did..."

One time Dad decided that (my brothers and I) it would be useful to teach us about gardening...it would teach us good principles of where food came from and how it is produced. So we put out a garden two years in a row on my grandmothers farm. I hated that darn garden. Daddy used to laugh at me and call me his potato hoer, because I became exhausted after hoeing 2 rows of potatoes (clearing out the weeds from the vines.) Heck, that garden was an acre!

Another time he bought a hog to teach us about meat. He built a small hog lot in the back yard and purchased a hog. I named it Sally. Then we were taught about slop. We had to learn to slop the hog. But not to get too near the hog lot, or the hog might maul or eat us. A slop bucket set in the kitchen and mom would throw all of our leftovers in it and all potato peelings and just nasty stuff in there. It always smelled sour. Then one day Dad had Sally killed and had her packaged to put in the freezer. One brother and I could not and would not eat a bite of her. Mom tried sneaking it in but to no avail.

Personally, I like modern conveniences. Dad said, I would not survive, if I had to do as people used to. At that time, I thought he was probably right.
Today, I am certain that if it came down to it...and I had no other choice...and it meant survival I would do whatever it took to survive.

My grandmother and grandfather owned a grocery and general merchandise store and later my mother and her brothers also got into the grocery store business. Grandpa told my grandma years ago...why can food Rose? When we can purchase canned goods all day long for 10 cents a can. It was true. But my mother sometimes purchased a bushel or two of peaches or tomatoes and canned them (in glass jars.) She also made pickles and jams and jellies.

That was another thing my parents wanted to teach us...berry picking. I hated that too. Mom and grandma and the rest of us kids would go blackberry picking every year. To mom it was fun and to us it was awful. Hot,thirsty,stickers on the bushes...the most fun I had was when grandma would tie a string to a june bug and we would play with it until one of his legs fell off.

I will give my parents credit, because I appreciate all that they tried to teach and instill in us. Also my mother cooked supper every night and sometimes dad did (he was an even better cook and she was good.)

My father had a mother (born 1901) who loved to cook and she cooked for the elementary school and the college...(I have her recipes.) But since they had lived thru the Depression I think my dad had made up his mind to never go without good food again and always made sure we had plenty to eat...mom always did too...she'd always bring home stuff to cook from the store every night...or had it thawed out ready to cook. We always had the best suppers with mashed potatoes and gravy, fresh or frozen vegetables,(sometimes homeade egg noodles,)breads,cobblers or cake. Never was it a quick fix.

I try to carry on the tradition of cooking dinner/supper every night.
I have friends or my kids acquaintances mothers who do not cook at all. I cannot imagine. They usually eat out or microwave stuff, as you said people today do.
I have passed these stories onto my kids in hopes that they realize how good they have it today. I even helped my son and daughter put out two apple trees in the back yard and we grew some carrots and pumpkins a few times.
We loved watching them grow from the ground...what a miracle it seemed to us. And it is.

Don't get me wrong...my kids do microwave stuff in between meals and after school, but more than not they prefer home cooking and even kind of expect it.
So much is missing today than it was in yester year. But also so much has also been gained. Our kids today could use a lesson or two in where things come from. As an old man age 97 told me once (after I asked him what he thought of MTV,because he watched it) "There will always be something else." "Always."
Can you imagine all the history he had lived?

Love ya Goober,
JanetL

[Pythonpappy]

Ya, know Goober you may be right.

My father born in 1923 who lived thru the Depression era always said things like you did above. "That's what's wrong with these kids today...They should have to work like I did..."

One time Dad decided that (my brothers and I) it would be useful to teach us about gardening...it would teach us good principles of where food came from and how it is produced. So we put out a garden two years in a row on my grandmothers farm. I hated that darn garden. Daddy used to laugh at me and call me his potato hoer, because I became exhausted after hoeing 2 rows of potatoes (clearing out the weeds from the vines.) Heck, that garden was an acre!

Another time he bought a hog to teach us about meat. He built a small hog lot in the back yard and purchased a hog. I named it Sally. Then we were taught about slop. We had to learn to slop the hog. But not to get too near the hog lot, or the hog might maul or eat us. A slop bucket set in the kitchen and mom would throw all of our leftovers in it and all potato peelings and just nasty stuff in there. It always smelled sour. Then one day Dad had Sally killed and had her packaged to put in the freezer. One brother and I could not and would not eat a bite of her. Mom tried sneaking it in but to no avail.

Personally, I like modern conveniences. Dad said, I would not survive, if I had to do as people used to. At that time, I thought he was probably right.
Today, I am certain that if it came down to it...and I had no other choice...and it meant survival I would do whatever it took to survive.

My grandmother and grandfather owned a grocery and general merchandise store and later my mother and her brothers also got into the grocery store business. Grandpa told my grandma years ago...why can food Rose? When we can purchase canned goods all day long for 10 cents a can. It was true. But my mother sometimes purchased a bushel or two of peaches or tomatoes and canned them (in glass jars.) She also made pickles and jams and jellies.

That was another thing my parents wanted to teach us...berry picking. I hated that too. Mom and grandma and the rest of us kids would go blackberry picking every year. To mom it was fun and to us it was awful. Hot,thirsty,stickers on the bushes...the most fun I had was when grandma would tie a string to a june bug and we would play with it until one of his legs fell off.

I will give my parents credit, because I appreciate all that they tried to teach and instill in us. Also my mother cooked supper every night and sometimes dad did (he was an even better cook and she was good.)

My father had a mother (born 1901) who loved to cook and she cooked for the elementary school and the college...(I have her recipes.) But since they had lived thru the Depression I think my dad had made up his mind to never go without good food again and always made sure we had plenty to eat...mom always did too...she'd always bring home stuff to cook from the store every night...or had it thawed out ready to cook. We always had the best suppers with mashed potatoes and gravy, fresh or frozen vegetables,(sometimes homeade egg noodles,)breads,cobblers or cake. Never was it a quick fix.

I try to carry on the tradition of cooking dinner/supper every night.
I have friends or my kids acquaintances mothers who do not cook at all. I cannot imagine. They usually eat out or microwave stuff, as you said people today do.
I have passed these stories onto my kids in hopes that they realize how good they have it today. I even helped my son and daughter put out two apple trees in the back yard and we grew some carrots and pumpkins a few times.
We loved watching them grow from the ground...what a miracle it seemed to us. And it is.

Don't get me wrong...my kids do microwave stuff in between meals and after school, but more than not they prefer home cooking and even kind of expect it.
So much is missing today than it was in yester year. But also so much has also been gained. Our kids today could use a lesson or two in where things come from. As an old man age 97 told me once (after I asked him what he thought of MTV,because he watched it) "There will always be something else." "Always."
Can you imagine all the history he had lived?

Love ya Goober,
JanetL

Hey BooBoo, ... You just described much of my growing up years ... We had about 2 acres of garden on a 110 acre farm ... 'Potato Hoer' ?? ... Your Dad should of come up with something that sounded different LOL ...

My one GrandMa was born 1899 Dec. 25th oddly enough ... Mom & Dad both born in 1927 ... they too went through the depression but were fairly young at the time ... and they remembered it well ... (hope we're not headed for another one, but the signs are there) ...

Yep, my sister named a calf one time(MooMoo) ... since my Dad and I had to deliver it and destroy the mom, we had to bottle feed it ... it lived in the house (basement house) with us, 'cause it was wintertime and the calf needed to stay warm or die ... When it came time to butcher it, Mom and sis had a hard time eating it ... Dad and I?, no problem!

Mom canned everything ... we picked orchard crops and we picked wild
'blackberries' too ... remember your fingers turning 'purple'??? ... We butchered our own beef and hogs and chickens ... My great Aunt continued churning butter till I was 9 or 10 or so ... They died in their late 80's and early 90's and ate bacon and /or sausage and eggs and butter every morning most of the time with gravy made from 'fat' drippings and used lard for bisquits and cornbread ... AND guess what??? they had no clue as to what colesterol was ... But they loved God and lived Christian lives!


Okay I really gotta go to bed, I'm already nodding off and I'mm retyping more than I'm typing or whatever ...


Love always and God Bless,:42:
Goober

[MajestyJo]

Was raised on a 199 acre farm, 1 acre donated to Medonte Township for a school and yard. Did all of the above. When we moved to the farm when I was 6, there was no electricity or running water. I remember carry coal oil lamps and buckets of water from the well (fed by 7 springs) in the farm yard. We had a huge garden, grew our own and picked wild strawberries and raspberries. We too had a pig, rabbits, chickens, geese, and raised beef cattle. The dairy farm was my uncles' 300 acre farm. Couldn't wait to leave it and now I wish I had it to go home to.

[Pythonpappy]

Was raised on a 199 acre farm, 1 acre donated to Medonte Township for a school and yard. Did all of the above. When we moved to the farm when I was 6, there was no electricity or running water. I remember carry coal oil lamps and buckets of water from the well (fed by 7 springs) in the farm yard. We had a huge garden, grew our own and picked wild strawberries and raspberries. We too had a pig, rabbits, chickens, geese, and raised beef cattle. The dairy farm was my uncles' 300 acre farm. Couldn't wait to leave it and now I wish I had it to go home to.

Hey JoJo, ... I agree with you 100% ... On the farm you knew what you had to do and you just did it ... Our biggest stress factor was related to using our muscles to get things done, and that only served to make us stronger ...

You know the old saying then ... "You can take the boy out of the 'country', but you can't take the 'country' out of the boy":sad: ...

Oh, Happy Thanksgiving! ... Saw 'snow' on the map in Colorado today ... You guys get any yet?

Love Ya and God Bless,:42:
Pappy(Goober)