Chicken Pot, Chicken Pot, Chicken Pot Pie

Once upon a time I made a chicken pot pie. And it was delicious and we all lived happily ever after, the end. And also, Jeff took it to work for lunch. Which is a sign that when he said “dinner was good” he actually liked it and didn’t secretly mean “I’m just trying to be a supportive husband because this tastes like glue.”

So anyhow, this small act of him taking a slice of chicken pot pie to work started some sort of lunchtime competition with his co-workers. I think the story is that he made the break room smell good and then wouldn’t share. I don’t really know. What I do know is that when we all went out to dinner, the guys all wanted me to give out the recipe so they could make their own. And I guess no one else’s passed the taste test. I totally didn’t Marie Romano them either. Seriously. I didn’t think about that until after I’d already sent the recipe, much to my chagrin. Because that would have been brilliant.

After that, whenever I would cook chicken pot pie, he would take a picture of me holding it and text it to them in some sort of manly show of…I don’t know what exactly. Apparently, they all find this game highly amusing. It’s like my text-message-picture-war only way less funny.

First of all, I don’t understand boys. Second of all, this is the perfect recipe (no pun intended) for a reality show. Like Cupcake Wars. Or Storage Wars. Only it would be called “Breakroom Wars” and everyone would bust out their brown baggies to see who had the best leftovers. It would be a ratings hit. Also, I’d like to co-host it with Adam Levine. Take note of that, TLC. I’d make an excellent reality television host. Plus, I’m way less high maintenance than Kate Gosselin.

So last night I’m making peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. From scratch, y’all, because I am REALLY TRYING TO NOT BE A DOMESTIC FAILURE OVER HERE. And Jeff comes in the kitchen and says “Wait, are you making those cookies for us to eat tonight?” And I did not respond sarcastically because I’m also really trying to reflect on the bible verses about something about something about “the power of the tongue” and all. So I just said “Yes” because the other verse I read said to let your yes be yes and your no be no. So I think I really nailed that one.

Then Jeff said “Wait, let me get my camera, I’ve got to text to this to guys” and I was all “JEFF I AM AGAINST BEING OBJECTIFIED LIKE THIS, AS THOUGH I’M SOME SORT OF AWESOME COOKIE BAKING WIFE.”

Except I didn’t really say that because, who are we kidding? I’m totally for that.

13 minutes later the timer on the oven chimed it’s cheery little ding and I set the cookies out on the rack to cool. Jeff walks by and snags one and then something horrible happened to his face.

“What is wrong?” I asked

“Oh, I think you’ll know when you take a bite.” he said

“Jeff. I don’t have time for your foolish games. I’m not Jewel. Tell me what is wrong with my cookies.”

“They’re way too salty.” he replied

And I’m all “SALTY?! Why in the world would they be salty? The recipe only calls for 1/4 of a teaspoon of salt and even though I know nothing about fractions, I’m pretty sure that’s a very tiny amount of salt. I don’t understand how they could possibly be OH MY GOSH! OH! MY! GOSH!”

And Jeff is like “So…”

And I’m like “Yeah, I think I might have possibly rolled the balls of cookie dough in salt instead of sugar.”

Son of biscuit.

*Post title is from one of my father’s all time favorite television episodes ever. This one’s for you, dad. Ten points to anyone who gets that reference. **Legal disclaimer: you don’t actually get any points.

Comments

  1. jennie says

    oh i hated that show, but i do remember that line! :-) and now it is stuck in my head for the day, LOL! chicken pot, chicken pot, chicken pot piiiiieeeeeeeee!

  2. Shereen says

    Oh KA, I love you! This will absolutely be one I will read aloud to my daughter! We love making each other laugh!

  3. says

    To this day we still talk about the Christmas when my mom made pecan butter balls and rolled them in salt! At least you only served them to Jeff – my mom put them out at a party and my dad came running in the kitchen to tell her. We don’t let her live that one down. Now I always double check to make sure its sugar not salt!!!

  4. says

    My husband still won’t let me live down the day I used a hole bulb of garlic instead of a clove. I feel you chagrin.

  5. says

    I read the title of this one just as the ‘special’ boy did on the show, which I am totally blanking on the title of. BUT, I do know it starred David Spade and the other hooker from Pretty Woman, so there. Ha. The chicken pot pie sounds amazing. . . the salt rolled cookies? a good weight loss plan?

  6. Sarah Babin says

    Was that a “Just Shoot Me” reference? The chicken pot pie sounds A-Mazing! The peanut butter cookies? Notsomuch. Now I have that in my head….

  7. KimO says

    Awesome! We use “Johnny’s lines all the time at our house line, “Green money” or “Johnny’s pants are tight!”

    **Side Note** I would love this recipe. I have been searching and searching for a good one and keep coming up empty handed. :-)

  8. Lisa g says

    I thought I was the only one that says son of a biscuit! I work with high schoolers, I often want to curse, but have to be creative LOL.

  9. Stephanie says

    Don’t feel bad… I made oatmeal cookies and used salt instead of sugar. Twice. Epic fail, ya’ll….. epic fail….

  10. C Smith says

    Every time I make chicken lasagna my husband calls his dad and says, “guess what I’m having for dinner”, in this little boy sing-song voice. Very weird, I thought he was the only one who did this. And for every family gathering my FIL calls me to ask for chicken lasagna.
    Once I made brownies and used one and a quarter cup of oil instead of one-quarter cup of oil. I don’t why I thought that made sense, but they were disgusting.

  11. Susan McGuire, Sydney Australia says

    How intersting that you should write about this topic this week. I have had a big domestic failure here this last week with cooking different things.

    I burnt one dinner of chicken casserole on Monday night and then had another disaster with cooking meatloaf tonight. It was in the oven for over 90 minutes and was still raw in the centre. I have no idea what went wrong :(

    It has not been a good week for me in the kitchen so I felt your pain when I read this recent blog topic. Sleep deprevation as a lot to answer for!

    I hope the next batch of cookies are super delicious :)

  12. Julie says

    That was my husband’s favorite Just Shoot Me episode ever. Totally cracked me up when I saw the title…

  13. Kirsten says

    I once misread 1/4 teaspoon of white pepper and used 1/4 instead when making a pasta dish … yeah, never going to live that one down.

  14. megan says

    My dad doesn’t really cook, but always made french toast for my mom on mother’s day. He would make it and slice some oranges and arrange them all pretty then sprinkle powdered sugar on top, then we would take it upstairs to her room for breakfast in bed. Except one year he accidentally used Bisquick instead of powdered sugar. Mom ate it any way, and it wasn’t till I stole an orange slice that he knew anything was wrong. Mom insisted on eating it anyway.

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