By Michael Harris-Arzon, The Simplistic Professional
Yummmmmm. Meat, potatoes and vegetables in a creamy sauce, that has been wrapped in a flakey crust, is the epitome of comfort foods. That tantalizing aroma that arises when the crust is broken, brings a flood of memories with the rising steam.
Whenever I didn’t feel well as a kid, I would beg my mom to make me a pot pie. It didn’t matter if it was the traditional chicken or beef and vegetable. As long as there was a creamy filling, that surrounded a variety of tid bits and was wrapped in homemade pie crust, I was good to go.
Pot pies originated as a way for the working class to have a full meal in the palm of their hand. Typically wrapped in a grease paper, it would be taken down into the mines or onto the factory floor and provide a hearty meal for…
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