A Little Chicken and Jerkie Turkey

Pot pies.

The American derivative of older, meat filled pastries found the world over but mostly in Europe.  I had never contemplated them, until recently.  In the 1970s they were all made by Banquet (at least those were the only ones that my mother bought).  We just about lived on those salty, doughy meal substitutes when my mother went back to college.  You see, processed and fast food were (and still are) abominations from my mother's point of view, so my sister and I considered such things to be treats.

Fast-forward forty years.  My wife rarely buys pot pies, and when she does they have to pass her usual standards:  Low salt, no modified corn starch or hydro- oils, no pesticides, no dog hair, no rat droppings, no flavor, etc.  I can take them or leave them (with or without the rat droppings); however my kids seem to have taken a rather intense interest in these culinary anti-wonders.

     "Why are you looking under the crust?" I asked, as my daughter tried to slide a knife under the edge of one.

     "Because he doesn't like Turkey".

     "He" refers to my son - her brother - who wasn't in the room yet.  So naturally taking the bait, I asked "What difference does it make?"

My crust-lifting teen launched into a detailed, fully rendered analysis that explained the differences between a Chicken Pot Pie vs Turkey, even delving into the tastes, textures and even the composition of the meat.  Soon, my son arrived and I watched the two of them continue with their gravy-soaked philosophizing.   I thought it was a stupid subject and I told them so.  I allowed them to continue on their ruminations; however, I was ready to pounce upon their shallow, vain, vacuous reasonings.   But I didn't.  While they were busy licking their lips,  I realized that they hadn't cooked one for me!

From this experience I learned two things.  The first is that every subject close to one's heart is worthy of in-depth study.

 ...And second:

Be careful of always trying to be the smartest person in the room.  You might end up with nothing on your plate!

Always  B  Positive!