Furr’s Cafeteria Butter Chess Pie / I Gotta Testimony

furrsA while ago I came across some of the recipes for Furr’s Cafeteria online.  Now, depending on where you live, you may or may not know of that which I speak. In the late 70’s through the 80’s, Furr’s was the equivalent of a soul food restaurant here in Denver. It was thee place where everyone and their Grandmother (literally) gathered to dine after church on Sundays. It was a zillion times better than any Country Buffet and probably considerably less wasteful. You went through the line to choose from a selection of meats, veggies, sides, desserts and beverages.  Practically all of the women that worked there were black women that just stayed “putting there foot in it”* weekly.   Through various conversations I’ve discovered that for many of us (especially here in Denver), it’s holds some real childhood memories or what I prefer to call “Culinary Chronicles of Blackness”. While Furr’s Cafeteria has been closed many years, everyone I spoke to remembered exactly what they used to order which speaks volumes considering it’s been closed over 25 years I’m certain.  These days in Denver, you can count the number of authentic soul food spots on one hand. Hell, maybe two fingers! That being said, it’s hard not to drift back to the days when Sunday dinner really was such “a thing” that families did TOGETHER be it inside or outside of the home.

When I stumbled upon the recipes from Furr’s, I swear I thought I’d hit the jackpot multiple times! Last night I finally got around to testing the recipe. First I wanna say, it’s a rare occasion for me to blog the day after something occurred so this must be serious.  –Ya’ll know I’m slow. Even when it’s my intention, I start but often don’t finish for a myriad of reasons.  I won’t tell you how many drafts are sitting in my word press account.  Second, I’m no food blogger so I don’t really have a rating system or even the “proper” language to apply to these moments.  I’m just an artist who likes food and history.  I don’t have a number of stars to throw out, or spoons or…whatever–  so I’m just gonna say this and you can quote me on it. A’hem:  “This damn Furr’s Cafeteria Butter Chess Pie TASTES like a room full of black folks dining in Furr’s Cafeteria!”.  Can an image classify as a description for taste?  Today it will, lol.  If you are not a person of color, you may not understand that “rating” but it’s the best I can do. Those that are understand the richness that is present in the culture. The nostalgia often forgotten surrounding certain family members and the dishes they would delight everyone with. Church basement dinners and the warmth and connection of family reunions   This pie? This pie is a rich buttery mess of Southern goodness takin’ you all back up in and through memories you didn’t even KNOW you had transforming you from average citizen to Time Traveler in no seconds flat.


This pie tastes like their faces. Mhm…..

I am sharing the recipe here as I certainly cannot claim it as mine.  But if you wanna impress your people with a pie that is relatively simple to make, go with this one.  I made my crust from scratch and still knocked it out in a few hours, but you could certainly go with a pilsbury ready made crust or a frozen pie shell. These are stressful times. Many things are healing, namely food.  If you wanna spread some love, massage some hearts or experience some REAL GENUINE quality time with some folks, bake this for them and let the pie do the rest.  Watch what ensues.  Everyone will thank you.

…Even you.

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“……Keeping your culinary DNA alive in Studio5”

~h.kai aka LadyGurl


*putting their foot in it: a term used in the black community to describe ones cooking success or success related to the preparation or reception of certain culinary delight. “Ooh she put her foot in that banana pudding!”

**Apparently there is one Furr’s Cafeteria left in Colorado located in Wheatridge. I cannot speak for the quality of their food these days though I welcome comments from anyone that can.

The Exhibit Nobody Knows (cue mysterious music)

The last month of  life has been incredibly busy.   Deadlines, deadlines, deadlines and an exhibit that I had to get work up for (another deadline).  When deadlines on my work jobs were getting pushed because my clients were behind on providing all necessary pieces it began to spill into the production time I’d alotted myself to finish my exhibit pieces. Before I knew it, I was down to literally 3 days and my work was already a week late.  The whole time I was hustling to complete the graphic jobs on the table I started getting a little “crochety” and was in my feelings.  Crochety because of late clients yes, but also crochety because I’d been doing so much art work but still had so much arting ahead of me that needed to be done but all of this was separate.  I’d been “graphic arting” daily like a mad woman and what was that? Chopped liver?!!!! I mean, I know…I know the 38 page graph job was not for the exhibit, nor was my super fun warhol esque event announcement job, but still.  What made it even worse was, while I can be my own worst critic, I was really diggin the work! But….these pieces would go quietly into the night and I still had at least two MAJOR pieces to complete in less than 72 hours. The good news is, I did it! I was not going to fail.  But after the brutality of completing those jobs, completing my work, making it through the reception, crashing hard for a FEW days and now having recovered, I decided I couldn’t let them go quietly into the night and felt like the best place for them to be displayed was here.  Besides…..I don’t think I’ve ever posted any of my graphic work here.  …’Cause I’m too busy talkin’ all the time, or workin on syrup, or clothing.  Here are the pieces from one job, a meeting of the minds of sorts at art students league of Denver


ASLD . Graphics by Holly-Kai


ASLD . Graphics By Holly-Kai

Layout 1This was the final invite. The original image was just black and white and kind of looked like a sketch.  Obviously I took it through some layering which I have to say made her look considerably more ethnic! I love it! It wasn’t necessarily my goal but a happy accident for sure. Ultimately I felt like going with one  allowed you to connect with the image better whereas four, as cool as they may appear, were a bit more distracting.  I may still stick them on my wall somewhere though….




This is the before imagery (2015) of the banquet brochure I was to make over for CABPES: The Colorado Association of Black Professional Engineers and Scientists.





Last years theme was ‘Engineering is the Heart of Our Lives’. I did not do last years book.  This is my first year working with them. This year their theme was CABPES heading to Mars. So I had to figure out a way to work that in…








AFTER: Cover


I kept it pretty simple and clean.  While some people can pull it off, I am not a fan of cluttered or chaotic graphics.  I always try to be mindful and create what seems a “pleasant experience” for the journey from the eye to the brain.  …Not to be taken lightly, you know? A friend of mine just happened to be at this event. She didn’t know I’d done the graphics until she heard my name. Later she commented that “It looked very Holly”. …I thought that was kinda funny but now I wanna know what that means and I didn’t ask. Does all my stuff look like this?? I mean…i don’t think so…i hope not!.. but…..I do like outer space and old stuff, lol. I created all of the pages with an old newspaper feel. I felt like it was apropos considering what a big deal space exploration was back in the day. While it’s still a big deal now, it’s profound because we are reeeeally living in a time where we are talking more seriously about the exploration of Mars! …Just kind of a fun idea to play with and translate into the graphic messaging.  I also liked the idea of creating headlines to identify each page as opposed to simply listing, “Message from the president”. That’s so boring.  So I just created headlines that still spoke to the content enough to identify what the page was about.



AFTER: Message from The President Page and Menu page


I also wove in some places and spaces for information about famous black engineers and scientists to prevent blank spaces and chunks. I was amazed that there was no mention of such in the previous book, especially in an organization that deals with youth. There are so many that people are not privy too! Don’t get me started.  Little do they know I could go on about it all day! …As you can see I had to sneak some George Washington Carver in here ’cause we roll like that. Anytime I can, it’s my duty. …Love me some George. That is Lewis Latimer on that page as well. I really like this page. It is actually there Statement of Objectives page. I didn’t take a before picture, but it looked nothing like this. It was much more….more…how shall we say…”objective-ish”, lol.  They really liked it too and the pres. mentioned that his daughter was very drawn into the “Do you know” sections. That’s what we like to hear. If the adults liked it, of course that’s great.  But if you get the young people to look twice, even better!  :)

{Sorry, I tried to turn that page around but it didn’t work}. Next up I’ll post my completed works from the art exhibit, ‘Recalibration: Honoring The Sacred Journey of Womanhood’.  You may like those too.

For now I can just be a little happier that these images didn’t just get stuffed in a closet somewhere, lol. We had our own private showing right here!

Much better.

“Shining light on the creative work vibes all up in and through Studio5”.







The Musicology of Holly: A Testimony

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Sometimes you wish you had taken more pics to capture a magic day. But sometimes the day is too magic to bother with phones and pics. Yesterday i found myself in the midst of a dream i dreamt a few nights prior. Then i marveled at the magic. Experienced yet again the layers in which we exist and expressed wonder at watching them collide. Was live on set with the master co-creator and almost literally watched the hand of God work everything and everyone like a chess piece. Then he gave me the side eye like, “watch this, trust me”. Then i was like “YO! That was better than anything i could fathom!– I WILL!!” In turn the LIVE dream just continued and the magic and love just multiplied into the morning in ways un-imagined. I rode it til the wheels fell off! …And who’s to say they even have?!. These moments are steeped in gratitude and a real testimony. I dream many dreams. I live many places. I live many dreams and i dream many lives. …God works. God IS. Make yourself open and available to all of his skills. He is a master director and screenplay writer to name just a few of his occupations. He is funny. He is thorough. He IS. Love to every effing being i made live contact with yesterday. The actors/ the vessels used to illustrate a dream. For all of us were touched by the master puppeteer. The true hand of God. He lives.

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“….we are more than A LIFE and more than ALIVE.  Know that while you’re readin’ the words in and around Studio5”.


This Month at wEmusTgRoW Etsy…

It’s no secret that I am NOT a techie person.

In fact I often resent how much tech time I’m forced or expected to spend in tech world!

Anywhoo, over here we get so caught up in the personal sometimes, I don’t share enough from art world which is considerably more fun and less serious.  I am working on connecting to my less serious side and unifying all of my fragmented digital selves but for now, come on over here and meet my new earrings: The Mirrors of deLight From The Black Cosmic Love Bubble.  Now available right here!


Generally shiny reflective clothing like lame, or sequins, or glittery embellished couture are written off as novelty fashions indicative of a certain era. …Usually the 60’s or 70’s. Sometimes this style gets laughed off as tacky or gaudy, or even misconstrued as perfectly obnoxious for this years Halloween party. …And sometimes it is! But as we know over time many things have gotten lost in translation and when created with real intention, this my friends is one of the greatest misconceptions of all time:

Reflective clothing and/or accessories are in my opinion, one of the greatest silent communicators {c.SunRa and The Solar Arkestra}. When the light hits just right, it sends a signal back to the cosmos that says at the very least, “See my light?! Here I am!” To everyone else these earrings will appear a simple, shiny, delightful accent that you cleverly worked into your wardrobe that day. From a distance they may even be mistaken for your Grandmas earrings! (Which is okay because here at we.must.grow we STAY Grandma Chic) They’ll say things like, “Oh look! I can see myself!” But while your onlookers are busy complimenting your fashion sense and taking things in from their own reflection, your earrings will be working for YOU. …Having numerous conversations on your behalf while you are simply BE.ing YOU. These earrings will return any unwanted vibes to their source and simultaneously signal The Universe/God/ The Force or whatever Divine presence you believe in, that you know they see you and that most importantly you see them too! The Force is ALWAYS sending you love whether you know it or not and now you will be sending it right back and keeping your communication in motion.
…With the cosmos.
….The Unknown.
The ALL.
Receiving and giving.

Wear these earrings and remember that YOU are a delight to The Divine {De.Light~ Of light}. The Divine not only delights in recognizing you, The Divine delights in you delighting in YOUR.self! The Divine also delights in being recognized and now you can effortlessly, obediently and fashionably participate in this simple, priceless and rewarding exchange.

Be mindful of your war.drobe.
Be cognizant of the energy you are facing.
Be intentional and clever with the energy you adorn yourself in daily.
…For even if you don’t leave the house, remember that you have an audience worthy of being entertained.

I.e. Don’t bore God.
**The Black Cosmic Love Bubble: A special place to be explained at a later date via studiofive.wordpress.com, but for now a place that I respect, honor and commune with regularly. Also commonly referenced in my world as TBCLB:)



Back in the world.

Loving too much.

Questioning if there’s such a thang

Contemplating my own transparency

Missing precious Althea since she left the planet

Feeling her presence and honored by it

Questioning death

Knowing it’s futile

Juggling to-do lists

Thinking everyone is nuts

Knowing I am too.

Connecting to surprises present each day.

Merging words to make Surpresence

…Or maybe SurPresents

Or both

Wanting everything like I want it

Knowing that’s sorta silly

Flopping around like a fish

Knowing I should breath instead

Paying my “artist toll”

Avoiding “universal ass whoopins”* cause they hurt bad and come with long recovery times

Thinking there’s a lot of P’s and Q’s to stay abreast of

Feeling rebellious

Proud of my follow through

Thankful for insightful friends

Debating myself about suppressing my own transparency

Knowing I can only do it for so long

Honoring my agreements

Acknowledging deals I made with The Most High

Laughing (sorta) on how he’s upheld his end,

though I got no say in how that would play

(But I knew that).

Feeling purposeful.

Wanting to feel my full self

Knowing that can be overwhelming

Thinking I should let others negotiate the overwhelming part

Cursing those that can’t receive

But not wanting to

Trying to stop over thinking

Scoffing at how it’s second nature

Feeling a little bit like  a badass.

Wanting to be loved on like a baby

Listening for a lecture from my heart

Wanting to travel as in beam me up scotty (but not for good just sayin)

Communing with The Black Cosmic Love Bubble

Knowing you’re wondering what that is

Promising a story for another day

Wanting to go back in the nunnery**

Not wanting to go back in the nunnery

Asking if I can reinvent the nunnery

Glad people are finally getting mad

Glad I’m mad again!

Wondering when I’ll write my Femmoirs

Daring someone to take my word

Happy to be writing

Thinking my story hasn’t changed much since 15


Bout to pray

(But I’m sorta prayin’ now)

Living by less thought more action

Appreciating life

Studying myself

Wondering if anyone thinks this subject is as funny as I do.

Tryna let myself feel all the things

Wanting to put my sword down

Still yearning to get “Michaune” with it***

Wanting to by syrupy

Wanting to be sweet

Tryna blend it well with my cayenne sting

Aries hot head

Working to stop apologizing

And make everyone else start recognizing

Damn that’s work

Embracing being the teacher

Trying to be an obedient student

Rolling my eyes

Trying to stop writing

Need to go exercise

Getting interrogated by my little self

Marveling at how the roles reversed

Thinking that this train won’t stop

Maybe there had been a plug in my thoughts!

Thinking “Today” should also be tomorrow

Practicing present moment living

Practicing present moment giving



~Is this what it means to be alive? …Thinkin thoughts in Studio5~


*Universal Ass Whoopins: when you don’t do what you know God told you to do and then he does it for you in a way that usually involves whoopin your ass from the cosmos which is far worse than any physical beat down that could have been avoided had you just listened the first time.

**Nunnery: My imaginary convent that provides abundant self fulfilling love and focus. Dedication and commitment. Faith, belief and trust while refraining from physical activities with the opposite sex that also involves switching back over to my green and blue wardrobe. A living meditative state adopted after The Black Cosmic Love Bubble Experience.

***Michaune: the badass sword wielding sista on The Walking Dead who was initially a curator or something like that before the apocalypse but now she’s just mysterious sword wielding bad ass who works a sword like no other and has managed to be one of the few characters of color not to get “kilt”!.

***The Black Cosmic Love Bubble: A very long but most fascinating life changing experience story for another time.

Almond Praline … Something Like A Dream

A label2LadyGurls Almond Praline Dream Syrup: Lavish and comforting. ….Like a hundred winter weekends trapped- indoors -with- your -lover -kinda -syrup.  …You’ll think you don’t deserve it, but you really do.

You: What time is it?

Your Lover: Who cares?

You: Yeah…, who cares!

When I first became addicted to making syrups, my ritual for tasting them was to make myself a few slices of French Toast to sample with my new flavor before its official debut.  The sampling was critical of course so that I knew how to sell it, what to pair it with, all of its uses or even just to figure out if I wanted it to do something different!   After a while, I started having too many French toast meals and I started wearing it, so I had to “simmer down”{see what I did there?}. Before long I was content to sample it by the spoon for my palate to record the necessary data and go from there.  That is…. until I created this Almond Praline Dream Syrup.

A few days ago I needed to give myself a full sampling of the Praline Dream.  Of course I’d tasted it,  I knew it was good, but I needed to really connect with it fully.  I was going all in.  I was returning to the French Toast ritual because I missed it!  But most of all I felt like I deserved it! All excited, I discovered I was out of eggs. Amazing! That never happens around here. So then I was forced into the next best time efficient alternative which was Coconut Pancakes using the Trader Joes Coconut Pancake Mix. If you’ve never tried it, brace yourself.  …Trader Joes will have you hooked on yet another product and if you are what I call a “Trader Joes Person”, you know of that which I speak.

{…Damn Trader Joes…!}

I made my pancakes and warmed up my syrup. I didn’t want to go to heavy on the syrup, as it is of a more “luxurious” variety but remember,  I also needed to be able to connect with all of the flavors, consistency and texture.  Here is where I started….

almond prailine firstI confess, I do love the color. Up until now all of my syrups have been more euuuhhh….how shall we say, translucent? But not this one.  I prepared myself to dig in but for some reason, even I found myself asking myself for permission to do so! …

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Before I knew it I was more than halfway done. …I didn’t even know how I got there! I mean, I took my time, I didn’t inhale it, yet my experience was already coming to a close.  There was about 2-3 tablespoons left in the pot. I wrestled with the idea of going to get it and pouring it over what was left.  The idea won.

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One thing that was really awesome though, is that I found this syrup forced me to slow down.  I savored every bite.  …Sometimes putting the plate down for a few minutes, working a little and going back to it.  Slow eating is never a bad thing.  In fact our bodies prefer it and it ensures our food stays with us longer!  Alas. Now I had plenty of room for my pieces of pancake to wade in  and I was going to get to the heart and soul of this syrup-ticious delight! It’s soul was so smooth and of course sweet.  But not sweet in a way that over powered me, I was still in control and it gave me opportunity to taste it, to understand it, to learn it and ultimately to enjoy it. Many sweets (especially store bought) do not give you that opportunity.  They just say, “Hey! I’m sweet and you’re gonna want more immediately or be overcome by a strange sensation to consume ALL of me in this box!” Those are addictive and preservative laced foods. I call those mind control foods and you never want to be controlled by a food. The almonds were delightful and not intrusive in any way.  All of the elements had married and were working together most harmoniously I must say.  I put the bowl down and began working again.

almond prailine2The flavors still permeating on my tongue,  it called me back as if to say, “Hey look! You forgot about me!”  I wondered if I were being greedy if I scraped the bowl with my fork, but as you can see The Thought did not win.  I did it anyway.  So perfect: the coconut pancake remnants, the slivers of almond, this syrup-ticious delight had almost transformed itself from an almond praline to a velvety, pleasant carmel sauce.  I put my bowl down again.  Savoring the flavors, then I went back to work.

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By all accounts I thought I’d done a pretty good job!  Then something happened.  The bowl….the bowl was not satisfied.  Imagine my surprise when after a few minutes of working it called me back yet again!  I couldn’t imagine what else it wanted! I mean, what did it want me to do? Lick the bowl??  I laughed. You laugh.  We laugh! But before I knew it, I found myself in a shameless, juvenile, compromising position…

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Yeah, I did it! — And I’d do it again. Truth be told you probably would too!    I licked and I licked and I licked. Mmmph!!! Reminding myself how worthy and deserving I was and growing ever more distant from my initial hesitation and unfounded guilt.  What was that all about anyway?!

almond prailine clean plateYou can probably guess what happened next: silence and satisfaction.  It finally stopped calling me.  This boys and girls is what we call, a happy plate.  –Or in this instance, a happy bowl.  This syrup could be used for pancakes, waffles, ice cream (oh yeah!), probably even as a glaze for a cake or cinnamon rolls (holy jesus)!!  If you are interested in purchasing your own jar of LadyGurls Almond Praline Dream for sublime moments in the winter time, e.mail me or message me at wemustgrow.boutique@gmail.com. $6 for 8oz. and up (please note that does not include shipping).  If you are interested in this bowl, please do the same.  It’s a delightful piece by Currier & Ives.  I also have two more Currier & Ives pieces available here at Rue de Florence.

In the meantime, LadyGurl wants to remind you that “Your sweetness is her weakness” from 9-5 up in Studio5.


p.s.s. Find me on Instagram under ladygurlgrowing!

Season to Taste & Add Things Slow Before You Know It All Things Will Flow

no frills real meals

Today at the store my baby asked me to buy her a Marie Calendars chicken pot pie (things my mom buys her) to which I replied, “I will not, but I’m happy to make you one!”  Normally I would not embark on such a task on a weeknight but I was so fed up with the iPad and all things speedy, processed or technological on this day, I was willing to do it.   I made her choose her own ingredients… things that she would actually eat instead of just picking out the chicken . She settled on broccoli, carrots, chicken and requested I make it cheesy.

Let me just say right here that I am no recipe writer. …I mean I can when I need to be, but I didn’t use precise measurements and this recipe provides many opportunities to take your own liberties in ways, even if you’re not an expert.  I am vegetarian, but I do allow my child a piece of chicken here and there.  That being said, I made a very small portion as she would be the only one eating it. The biggest highlight here may be the fact that I knocked this out in just over an hour which was pretty awesome for a weeknight.


I used some left over crust I’d made for a peach cobbler over the weekend. If you have some lying around, use that! Otherwise I’m sure any pie crust recipe will do or even the pilsbury ready-made-fold out crust would work if you need to save yourself some time. Line the bottom of your pan with the crust and trim the edges if necessary.  Poke holes in the dough with a fork. Bake at 350 about 10-15 minutes.  But if you’re curious, I used the double pie dough recipe from The Black Family Reunion Cook Book

2.  Broth………………………

I boiled a chicken breast in just enough water to cover it.

Threw in : olive oil, chopped onion, Bay leaf, basil, salt, crushed red pepper, garlic, parsley, a handful of pear tomatoes and let it boil covered until the chicken was nice, white and done. Remove the chicken and discard the bayleaf,  placing chicken in a separate dish with room for you to chop up what you want.  I felt pretty confident in my chicken broth seasoning but wanted to thicken it up a taste. Okay so here I’ll give a measurement:  I’d say mix about 2 TBSP of flour with a shot or two of warm water or until it’s smooth and there are no lumps.  Gradually stir it into your broth while you’ve got a little boil going, but not all at once.  Simmer on a low heat but keep up with the consistency.  You may not need all of your flour mixture.  You want it to be “just thick enough”. Remember, it’ll have opportunity to thicken more once you put it in the oven.  You don’t want it to get too thick or “pasty”.  If the flour doesn’t dissolve perfectly don’t worry, you’re gonna put it in the blender next. …Well, if you want to.

So i blended mine because of the onion and tomatoes in my broth. My child looks for any excuse to pick out an onion but she can’t pick out what she can’t see! If you have kiddos that don’t wanna eat what’s good for them, this is a great opportunity to sneak in all sorts of veggies.  You can create a lovely veggie rich base without them knowing they are eating all the nutritious things. Blend until it looks creamy and beautiful. I like to be able to see my spices and things in there. …Oh wait, may I also add that it could be beneficial to make a lot of broth in this moment? Chicken Broth/Veggie Stock can be frozen and used for so many things later, it’s a great thing to keep on hand as you can use it for many fall and winter delights like soups, gravy, as a marinade… And think of how much LESS sodium is probably in your homemade broth as opposed to what you’d buy off the shelf! Last but not least, it’ll allow to you whip up “scratch made things” in the future without having to scrounge for “scratch made time”.

**Please be careful if you blend this broth while it’s still hot. You may only want to fill your blender up about half way.***

3. Filling…….

In a bowl, combine all of your ingredients of choice. The possibilities are truly so endless here, especially in the vegetarian realm. Mine was fresh chopped carrots, raw broccoli, chicken (boiled), my child requested cheddar cheese, but I took the liberty of adding a little Parmesan too. My portions were a little smaller than a fist sized amount of each ingredient.  Mix it dry and set aside.  After you’ve blended your broth sufficiently and say to yourself, “Oh, what a pretty broth i made!”, pour a bit into your mixture, stirring until all the contents are covered.   Add broth again until your mixture is a wee bit soupy. Spoon into your pre-baked crust and add the top layer.  …I got chastised for not decorating it with the “lattice method” (…kids). I used some circles instead.   You decorate your crust how you choose.

Bake for about 15-20 minutes on 35o degrees, or as my child would say,” bake it until you smell it” and divine pot pie begins to creep through the house.  *If you use the Pilsbury or a ready made crust, I always like to do a final brushing of my crust with an egg wash. It really enhances the texture, the flakey-ness, how well it holds together and gives it a lovely little shine and golden brown tone.

Let me know how this goes. My child loved it and said I should be called “Mama Marie Calendars”.  I know it’s a haphazard recipe, but it’s low stress. Be creative and don’t get stressed out by exact-things.  Cooking is a creation and experimentation process and I think a lot of people forget that.  This is a safe one for you to get comfortable in and if you pace yourself, season all things to taste and add things slow, it’s hard to mess up.

P.S.S. This is also a great recipe because you can freeze some of this broth for later meals, be it pot pie or soup!

“Oh my, chicken pot pie!”  …Now showing in Studio5.  ~hkai