Today is National Pot Pie Day. It is fitting that we celebrate this comforting edible at the beginning of autumn.
It begins our five month journey through the darkest and coldest days of the year. The warmth of a pot pie, just like a bulky sweater or a thick afghan gives us the security to trudge through on a cold wintry night.
For me the pot pie must have the bottom crust and the sealed top crust. I like beef over chicken and won’t stop at the supper table. A solid breakfast pot pie can start off a morning perfectly.
I would also add the distant cousin of the pot pie, the shepherd pie. A thick stew covered with crusted mash potatoes. Pair that with a pint of Guinness and a shot of Tullamore DEW and welcome to paradise.
Enough chalking about pot pies.
Give Tuesday a go for its money, but leave yourself time for a daydream.
The sky is calling, calling out my name.
