R. was great at impersonations. My all-time favorite was her version of some twangy-voiced, simpering aunt of hers back in Pennsylvania. The details are fuzzy now, but I believe she was immortalized for repeatedly pestering R. during family holidays with the unforgettable, "Dontcha want some cheeeeyucken and pee-yummpkin pee-ayee?" All R. had to do was mutter "peee-ayee" under her breath and I'd lose it.
It's been a long time, but I still have trouble saying the words "chicken" and "pumpkin pie" like a normal human. When I decided to make chicken potpie last week, you can bet I had to suppress a snort or two before embarking.
I hadn't made one of these in a long time. I turned to Julia Child, of course. I knew without even looking that Cooking at Home would contain a chicken potpie recipe, and that it would be exactly what I wanted: creamy chunks of chicken with a smattering of veg underneath a crispy brown crust. Julia knew a good thing.
To complement the potpie, I threw some extremely low-quality frozen peas on the table (although I don't exactly know if high-quality ones even exist...). For some odd reason, Randy decided that he would enjoy a nice frosty glass of milk with his meal that night. I suspect that it was perhaps the second time ever that a glass of milk had been drunk in our house (and that first glass was, I'm sure, an accompaniment to warm cookies).
All of sudden we realized that dinner was starting to resemble something from The Gallery of Regrettable Food. But it tasted great, cheap peas and retro milk aside.
P.S. If you've got a potpie itch that must be scratched, you might want to check out this book, newly released from Chronicle Books.