On any given day, I’ll freely admit that the pandemic year hasn’t been all that bad for us. Present company excluded, we’re a house full of introverts; having our social lives curtailed has been a bit of relief for some members of this family. My husband is still employed, the kids adapted to online school, and I’m frankly pretty glad to have the company. Most of the time.
Most of the time is not the same as all of the time.
Last night was one of those times.
Pot pie to the rescue! While we’ve gotten into the habit of
making the same two recipes from this particular cookbook, it really is a gem –
I’ve been working my way through some of the other recipes and knew that this
one was going to make an appearance on the table at some point. Thanks to my
Milk Fairy neighbor, I also had some pre-cooked chicken and pre-steamed
broccoli hanging out in the freezer, so really all I had to do was the sauce. This
was exactly the level of effort I wanted (okay, it was actually quite a bit
more but that doesn’t mean it was really much of an effort, the bar was set
pretty low) and it was pretty satisfying to look at the baking dish and feel
like dinner was 80% done when all I’d done was open a couple of Ziploc bags.
Then, you know, the actual cooking part happened. The whisk
I’d grabbed didn’t get the corners of the pan, so I had to get a different one –
more dishes piled up – and I couldn’t find any stock so I used bouillon cubes
and they wouldn’t dissolve so I was trying to smoosh the cubes with the whisk and
stir my sauce at the same time. I discovered that my son had eaten almost an
entire loaf of bread during the day so I ended up with less than half the
amount of bread crumbs needed, because of course I’d used the last of the bread
crumbs in the freezer for last week’s meatloaf. I tried to use my food
processor to grate the cheese – something I’ve done a zillion times – but it
hated this particular block and kept getting stuck; I gave up when the motor
started smelling funny and threw what I had into the bowl with the inadequate
number of bread crumbs and called it good enough. The clock was ticking.
I stuck it in the oven, made myself an Old-Fashioned, and dialed
in to the work thing. I assume everyone ate dinner at some point. Some nights
are just like that, even in Australia.
From Pot Pies: Comfort Food Under Cover by Diane Philips.
This is such a gem of a cookbook; it’s a contender in the ongoing First Time I
Cooked Every Recipe in a Cookbook competition.
Filling
3 Tbsp butter
1 Tbsp oil
8 skinless boneless chicken breasts (or equivalent amount of
cooked chicken)
1 tsp salt
½ tsp pepper
3 cups broccoli florets, steamed al dente (or thawed from
your freezer, if it’s that kind of day)
3 Tbsp flour
1 ½ tsp curry powder
2 cups chicken broth
½ cup milk
Crust
4 Tbsp butter
3 ½ cups fresh bread crumbs (or whatever your carb-freak
child has left in the bread bag)
2 cups grated Cheddar (ish. As long as you keep it
proportional to the bread crumbs you’re good)
Heat the oven to 375.
In a saute pan, heat 1 tablespoon butter with the oil. Sprinkle
the chicken with the salt and pepper and saute until golden brown on both sides
but not cooked through, about 3 minutes per side (obviously this step goes much
faster if you’re using pre-cooked chicken). Arrange the chicken on the bottom
of an ovenproof baking dish and top it with the broccoli. Melt the remaining 2 tablespoons
of butter in the same pan and whisk in the flour and curry powder until the mixture
begins to bubble, 3-4 minutes. Gradually add the chicken broth and whisk until
smooth. Add the milk and bring the sauce to a boil. Pour the sauce over the
chicken and broccoli. You can refrigerate it at this point until you’re ready
to bake if you’re making this in advance like the organized person you are.
In the same pan, melt the butter. Add the bread crumbs and
stir until the crumbs are crisp, 4-5 minutes. Put the crumbs in a mixing bowl,
add the cheese, and toss. Spread the crust over the chicken mixture and bake
for 20-25 minutes or until the sauce is bubbly.
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