Chicken Pot Pie

My Daughter is on her way to get her MFA in Metal Arts and this is our final farewell.  We both will be starting a new chapter in our lives.  I'm so proud of her and I will truly miss her.

Being a single parent had it's ups and downs with keeping a fast pace, but on that note, she was a pleasure to raise and turned out to be a wonderful young adult and great friend.

Between working and caring for my mother and raising Sarah, it was always busy and everything was fast and stressed, but we always had time for laughter and love.

Here is one of her favorite dishes that she requested.  This was quick and easy to put together after a long day at work so we could focus on the important rather than the urgent.

Chicken Pot Pie

2 cans Cream of Potato Soup
1 16 ounce can of Veg-All drained
2 cups of diced chicken (I just use a 10 ounce can of chicken)
1/2 cup of milk
1/2 teaspoon of thyme
1/2 teaspoon of pepper
2 - 9 inch frozen pie crust thawed ( I use the deep dish)
1 egg beaten

Combine the first 6 ingredients.
Spoon into one of the pie crust.
Cover the top with the other pie crust and crimp the edges together.
Brush the top with the beaten egg.
Bake at 375 degrees for 40 minutes.

I don't even know where I obtained this recipe to give credit.  I am sure it came from a magazine or a back of a can.

Enjoy,

Debra

Infant's Thumbless Mittens

Working on the rewrite of a vintage pattern for Thumbless Mittens.  Do you think thumbless is a word?  Spell check in every avenue states, no.  Trying to figure out what was considered a baby yarn in the 50's is interesting.  I was sure this would be a quick project, but I am still struck on row 1, but hopefully the rest of the rows will be much smoother.  

I never used these on my Daughter.  I probably should have.  Reminds me when the nurse came to our home to check on her to make sure we were handling everything ok.  I just can't seem to get that imagine out of mind, when she said, "oh, you need to keep her nails trimmed so she won't scratch her face".  This woman, no joke, sat there and chewed my Daughters nails down.  I couldn't get up fast enough to stop her, she was so quick and pro about it. I was so stunned, I didn't know what to say.  Needless to say, she was never let back in the house.

Yes, I should have hooked some of these up and had them on her hands before the nurse showed up.  

Least she didn't spit her nails across the room like we spit a sunflower watermelon seed.  

Have a great weekend,

Debra