Wednesday, January 18, 2012

*I Cook Barefooted!* ~ Chicken Pot Pie Love

Barefoot Love!

I am no cook. 
I beg, borrow and steal any recipe 
that sounds like it might taste yummy, 
and just maybe will satisfy my picky eaters. 
For the record:
They don't like mushrooms. Big no-no.
 They don't like peppers, onions or asparagus.
They don't like pretty much anything that used to swim in the ocean, 
hate chicken five days a week
and despise the smell of salmon patties.
Reality strikes:
Pick through it, talk to it, take it for a walk.
Whatever helps gets you past it.
 (What this means is, eat it or don't, but it is what's for dinner.)
 No worries, they won't starve. There's always bread.
 They like bread.
And, they're beginning to not mind the rest... so much.

Wednesdays are generally when I start
thinking about what to add to my grocery list
for the following week. 
By the time grocery day comes around
(this is any day I can get my butt in gear and actually make it to the store)
I am usually scrambling to remember that recipe I thought might
shake things up around here. Something my family 
just... might... thank me for.

So ~ Wednesdays are my new *I cook barefooted!* days here on 
Scarlett's Tattoo!
Read. Steal. Cook away!
And if you're in the mood for sharing, please do! 
(You can email me directly with a recipe
you'd like to share, if you like:
Don't forget to Name it something fun and Mark it with a 'B'! 
For Barefoot, of course!)
 ~And Thank you My Sweet, for *Barefoot Love!*~

So, here’s a funny story. 
Though true, to the best of my recollection, and apparently impaired judgment, I rarely humor such poor parenting at the supper table.
That is best served warm and with dessert!
My kids laugh out loud still today about 
“The night Mom lost it!”
Yes, my day had been less than stellar. I admit.
It was one night out of seven, I am sure, that we were all five of us actually sitting down together to eat at the kitchen table. Not in our coveted positions on the couch, the chairs and the floor in front of the television, but actually sitting our butts in chairs and giving thanks for what we were about to stuff into our waiting mouths.
In my worst nightmares, and ironically, also in my wildest dreams, I was in charge of feeding our spawn our beautiful family. As I stood in front of the fridge, door kicked open wide, kids whining and milling about my personal space, as if any minute their stomachs might turn inside out and flop onto the kitchen floor quivering...
I saw a nice bottle of white wine hiding waaaayyy back on the top shelf
 (obviously placed there for just such an occasion).
A smile lit my face.
I’ll give you supper.
Let’s all have a moment of silence, please,
while Mom indulges in some of that *Me* time
 she’s always going on about.
My husband, and sometimes better half, arrived just then to see me leaning into the kitchen counter, glass in hand, a stray child at my feet, 
 glaring smiling warmly at him, as he made his big entrance.
"So, it's one of those days, is it", he grinned.

Two glasses of wine, on an empty stomach,
in case you’re wondering how long it takes 
to prepare a meal fit for this family.
By the time our Thanks were given to God, the Universe and All that is good in the world, those chicken pot pies met their fate,
as ALL good Chicken Pot Pies do.
Here’s the funny part.
One glass of wine warms my belly.
Two glasses of wine…
 catapults me straight to Crazy Town.
 Somewhere between Grace and Pot Pie Love, I practically broke into song, singing the praises of my home cooked meal.
Apparently, I also made plans
 (ahem! … in the form of a kick-ass business model)
to cook ‘em up, wrap ‘em tight and sell them by the side of the road!
Oh, yeah... and there was something about 
how I hovered over my plate whispering to my fork, but…
I don’t believe that one bit.


Chicken Pot Pie Love!

1 Tbsp. oil
4-6 chicken breasts, skinned
Frozen veggies, your choice
(I use broccoli, mushrooms; sometimes peas and carrots)
Chicken gravy, homemade with chicken stock or canned
Shredded Cheddar Cheese
Refrigerated prepared pie shells for top and bottom crust
Heat oil in skillet.
Cook chicken till no longer pink.
If using mushrooms, add them now with a little butter and cook 5min.

*I season the chicken  and mushroom mixture
with a little minced garlic or garlic salt, 
and my favorite, 'McCormick's Italian Herb Seasoning Grinder!' *

Place bottom crust in pie tin. Toss in frozen veggies, unthawed, filling entire bottom crust. Top with cooked chicken mixture from skillet.
Pour a wee bit of gravy over top.
Spread approximately ½ cup cheddar cheese over top.
Place top crust over pie.

Bake at 375 degrees, for about 45 minutes, give or take.
Pies are done when top crust is lightly browned.
Serve with gravy on the side.

*4 to 6 chicken breasts will make two pies...
unless you want more veggies than chicken,
and in that case, more.*

*One pie will serve 4 hungry adults* 
Unless you're a giant or a hungry elf, and then, you will need two pies.
*Little known fact: We like a boiled egg, on the side, with our pot pies.*

You want reviews?
    How 'bout, 
~ a little Dickens! ~

*'Please, sir, I want some more.'

The master was a fat, healthy man; but he turned very pale. He gazed in stupified astonishment on the small rebel for some seconds, and then clung for support to the copper. The assistants were paralysed with wonder; the boys with fear.

'What!' said the master at length, in a faint voice.

'Please, sir,' replied Oliver, 'I want some more.'

The master aimed a blow at Oliver's head with the ladle; pinioned him in his arm; and shrieked aloud for the beadle.

The board were sitting in solemn conclave, when Mr. Bumble rushed into the room in great excitement, and addressing the gentleman in the high chair, said,

'Mr. Limbkins, I beg your pardon, sir! 
Oliver Twist has asked for more!'

There was a general start. 
Horror was depicted on every countenance.*

~ Charles Dickens ~
'Oliver Twist'

How 'bout You?
Have a recipe you want to share on 
*I Cook Barefooted!*?
Show some Barefoot Love and...

Send it here: 
Want to include a photo? Fun!

What's on your table?

“Do not be too timid and squeamish about your actions.
All life is an experiment.”
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

 *Barefoot Love*Airbrush By, Colleen 


  1. I have indulged in said pies, and wine or not they SHOULD be sold by the side of the road. Or in a hometown cafe. Or at a Five Star resturant. I love the barefoot cooking idea! What a great thing to look forward to, dinner and a story!

  2. It's a poor business model that would have me out there braving the elements for a buck! And I'm pretty sure any Five Star restaurant would take one look at my pot pies and think I'd lost my mind. Which would be true. But, "The hometown cafe", said Baby Bear... "that's j-u-s-t right!"

    And they lived happily ever after.

  3. I hear your cooking dinner frustrations! I have one child who hates onions, one child who can't digest gluten, nuts, or casein (milk protein), one child who has a problem with her tongue and can't eat anything with acids-vinegar, fruits, etc. And one child who won't eat anything that comes out of a can. So basically, no matter what I cook, someone is miserable.

    I think I need to share a glass or two of wine with you.

  4. Connie, *Big Smile*

    I JUST left a comment on your post this morning, clicked back to read mail, and there was your comment! Working on that third cup of coffee yet?

    Your cooking woes sound more unfortunate than mine, I'm afraid. At least mine don't have any other excuse than "I don't like it." How do you tell a kid, "I don't care if your tongue IS on fire! Eat it."

  5. Your family sounds like mine! Do you think cooking barefooted will make them any less picky? If so I'm willing to try it!

  6. Johanna, It is good. *Big Smile*

    The only thing cooking barefooted accomplishes, and that in and of itself is something, is the fact that I am most at home when my feet make contact with the earth (or my kitchen floor). I am well-known among my family and friends, as the one without her shoes.

    We call our small neck of the woods, Barefoot Acres, for good reason.

    You could try it, though. No harm in that, right? Unless your kitchen floor is "...very cold, hard Mexican ceramic tile." (WHMS)