This will not produce your usual version of a chicken pot pie but certainly serves your purposes when you want to get a hot meal on the table and look like a culinary hero to your family. Chicken is still the cheaper meat at the grocery store and a little can go a long way.
Not Exactly Chicken Pot Pie Approximately three cups of cooked, diced chicken meat
2 cups chicken broth
1 can cream of chicken soup
Salt & Pepper to taste
1 teaspoon poultry seasoning
1 1/2 cups biscuit mix
1 1/2 cups milk
Butter
Place chicken in bottom of greased 13x9x2-inch pan or baking dish. Mix broth and soup together and pour over the chicken. Season to taste.
Mix biscuit mix and milk together. This will form a thin mixture. Carefully pour it over the ingredients already in your baking dish. Dot with bits of butter.
Bake for approximately one hour at 350 degrees or until brown.
If you don't have boned chicken on hand, you can get a whole chicken (you have to think ahead here!) and simmer it in a pot of water with a sliced onion, carrot, salt, and celery until the chicken is tender. Drain and use the water for your chicken broth. Bone your chicken and proceed as stated.
We like broccoli in our pot pie. You can break down some broccoli into bite-sized pieces and add them to the broth and soup mix. You can also include or use instead a 12-16 ounce bag of frozen mixed vegetables.
A place to share ideas on making a comfortable home. I do it through quilting, being faithful to my Faith, and caring for my family. Being a Catholic, sewing, and baking cookies are a few of my favorite things. I'm open to discussion!
Monday, June 13, 2011
Got my work cut out for me . . . pun intended?
I have to wonder why I'm always so thrilled to get a trip to the fabric warehouse because what I'm bringing home is work!
It is getting a bit depressing, however, with any kind of shopping as the prices keep going up, up, and up. Many thanks to all our wonderful politcal hacks who think more taxes and supression of free enterprise is the way to grow a country. I've been watching the weekly increase in the price of groceries and the fabric warehouse reflects much of the same. Fabric that was going for $1.69 a yard a couple of months ago is now marked up to $2.49 a yard. A $3.99 a yard fabric used to be an indulgence and is now the cheaper one.
My husband's thought on the subject of buying fabric was to get what I needed, treat myself to something unique, and realize that what I pass up this time might be even more expensive at a later date. Deep, sigh . . .
I did have a good day especially finding a bargain length of fabric that I really like. I had gotten some of it a few months ago and was happy to find a bit more of the same. I divided my attentions between the dinner preparations and organizing my fabric stash. My husband's rule is that I can buy what I want (within reason, of course!) but it has to fit in one of my three cupboards and the doors have to close. I didn't get my organizing done before dinner and joked with my husband. I called him in and bragged that all the cupboard doors were nicely closed . . . and then he saw the three stacks of fabric that I hadn't managed to incorporate into the stash sitting on my sewing table. I will either have to sew a lot of quilts between now and his return from work tomorrow or get them all a home . . . behind closed cupboard doors!
Lots of handsewing on two quilts I'm making for Christmas gifts and am trying to make myself get them done before I cut into the new fabric. Whenever I bring home new fabric, I usually reorganize my stacks because it reminds me of what I actually have, inspires me when I see fabrics side by side, and gets the creases and kinks out of the already-resident fabric and airs things out.
I did sell six prayer pouches on Sunday so I worked off a bit of my bill today!
It is getting a bit depressing, however, with any kind of shopping as the prices keep going up, up, and up. Many thanks to all our wonderful politcal hacks who think more taxes and supression of free enterprise is the way to grow a country. I've been watching the weekly increase in the price of groceries and the fabric warehouse reflects much of the same. Fabric that was going for $1.69 a yard a couple of months ago is now marked up to $2.49 a yard. A $3.99 a yard fabric used to be an indulgence and is now the cheaper one.
My husband's thought on the subject of buying fabric was to get what I needed, treat myself to something unique, and realize that what I pass up this time might be even more expensive at a later date. Deep, sigh . . .
I did have a good day especially finding a bargain length of fabric that I really like. I had gotten some of it a few months ago and was happy to find a bit more of the same. I divided my attentions between the dinner preparations and organizing my fabric stash. My husband's rule is that I can buy what I want (within reason, of course!) but it has to fit in one of my three cupboards and the doors have to close. I didn't get my organizing done before dinner and joked with my husband. I called him in and bragged that all the cupboard doors were nicely closed . . . and then he saw the three stacks of fabric that I hadn't managed to incorporate into the stash sitting on my sewing table. I will either have to sew a lot of quilts between now and his return from work tomorrow or get them all a home . . . behind closed cupboard doors!
Lots of handsewing on two quilts I'm making for Christmas gifts and am trying to make myself get them done before I cut into the new fabric. Whenever I bring home new fabric, I usually reorganize my stacks because it reminds me of what I actually have, inspires me when I see fabrics side by side, and gets the creases and kinks out of the already-resident fabric and airs things out.
I did sell six prayer pouches on Sunday so I worked off a bit of my bill today!
No children were lost on this trip!
Landsberg am Lech is a town in southwest Bavaria, Germany, about 65 kilometers west of Munich and 35 kilometers south of Augsburg. It is the capital of the district of Landsberg am Lech.
The town is noted for its prison where Adolf Hitler was incarcerated in 1924. During this incarceration Hitler wrote/dictated his book Mein Kampf together with Rudolf Hess. His cell, number 7, became part of the Nazi cult and many followers came to visit it during the German Nazi-period. Landsberg am Lech was also known as the town of the Hitler youth. Following World War II, it was the location for one of the largest Displaced Person camps for Jewish refugees and the place of execution for more than 150 war criminals after 1945.
We didn't get to see the 'famous' prison but did enjoy our two-day stay in Landsberg am Lech. We'd get up very early in the morning, eat breakfast around six, and then take long walks before meeting the rest of the tour group for our latest adventure. Our favorite place is shown above. No one else discovered this beautiful area which was just around the corner of our hotel!
Using a really fast camera?
Compliments of Karl Marx . . .
You have to wonder what books our politicians are reading or if they even pay attention to the lessons provided by history. This quote sure describes both our State and National attitude about our money.
"There is only one way to kill capitalism—by taxes, taxes, and more taxes."
"There is only one way to kill capitalism—by taxes, taxes, and more taxes."
In the mood for quilting . . .
Now why would I be in the mood for quilting today? It might have to do with the fact that we are heading down to the fabric warehouse this morning. Even when I don't purchase every scrap of fabric in sight, I do enjoy looking, touching and admiring. And, yes, I do buy a few yards here and there!
I just discovered some quotes that apply to quilting. Is there anything in the world for which you cannot find an applicable quote?
Our lives are like quilts - bits and pieces, joy and sorrow, stitched with love.
Families are like quilts, stitched together one piece at a time.
May your sorrows be patched and your joys quilted.
When life throws you scraps, make a quilt.
I just discovered some quotes that apply to quilting. Is there anything in the world for which you cannot find an applicable quote?
Our lives are like quilts - bits and pieces, joy and sorrow, stitched with love.
Families are like quilts, stitched together one piece at a time.
May your sorrows be patched and your joys quilted.
When life throws you scraps, make a quilt.
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