This is a post that I've been turning around in my mind all day. Now if that doesn't tell you something about me, I don't know what will.
I have two older brothers, and all three of us ate them a different way. We had them a couple of times a month, along with a baked potato. I remember my mom would put them on a baking sheet, and the smell of them, along with the potatoes baking in the oven would, for some reason, make me feel good.
My oldest brother would take his potpie, turn it upside down, and carefully lift the foiled potpie pan, until it was released, whole, upon the plate, and upside down. It always kind of reminded me of a failed attempt at a soufflé.
The middle brother would also turn his upside down, but that's where the similarities stopped. He'd take his fork and cut it all up, mixing everything together.
I, on the other hand, never removed mine from the foiled pan. I'd carefully eat the crust on top, dipping it into the gravy. Then I would proceed to eat the filling, carefully removing the peas, and putting them on my plate. I didn't like peas then, and I don't like them now. When we had potpies, my mother would relent, and tell me I didn't have to eat them. That was the only time I was allowed to do that.
I didn't like peas then, I don't like peas now. When I was about 14 years old or so, my mother gave up trying and told me "if you don't like them by now, you probably never will." That was the last time that I have ever knowingly eaten a pea. Just ewe!
When I finished the filling, I would eat the rest of the crust. I don't really remember where the potato fit in to this picture, but it doesn't really matter.
I don't know why I thought of this, or why it was on my mind. But I did. And that, as they say, is that.
How do you eat your potpies?
Comments
Hell, you don't like peas? Man! I like peas. Especially with mashed potatoes. You get a big ol' hunk of mashed 'taters on your plate, then you take the pea spoon and make a crater in the mountain of mash's you've got, and then... you fill it with peas.
Gourmet now, no?
Posted by: RedNeck at March 23, 2005 09:15 PM
You are so funny to write a whole post about pot pies! I have never had a pot pie, and I don't think I'd really care to. I don't like foods all mixed up together. But then, your little description just sounded so quaint...not really the way I normally feel about pot pies. These are strange contemplations at 12:41am.
Posted by: Jay at March 24, 2005 12:41 AM
I eat mine from the top, still in the tin. Everyone knows that's the correct way to eat 'em.
Posted by: sam at March 24, 2005 08:07 AM
I totally eat my pot pie just like you! The crust is the best part so you get to start with it and finish with it. Now I'm hungry for pot pies.....
Posted by: Cursingmama at March 24, 2005 02:43 PM
I eat mine similar to one of your brothers. I turn it upside down and cut it to pieces. Then I put peanut butter in it. That's right, peanut butter. I know, it's sounds disgusting, but it's really quite tasty.
Posted by: Stereotype at March 24, 2005 04:41 PM
Hi there.....the brother that eats the pot pie, as an upside down souffle, gave me your website to check out. :) Why does it not suprise me that he eat it so meticulously? I'll have to serve him one and watch......lol.
I have to say that I eat mine as a cross between you and he -- i turn it upside down - whole - but also will attempt to rid myself of those gastly peas. :) I don't, however, do it as rigorously anymore. I've softened with age, and let the gravey mask most of them. But i certain don't seek them out to ingest them either!! lol
But that brother, with the gourmet way of eating his pot pies is also determined to open up my culinary repotoire -- to include such gastly things as fish even.
I must like him a lot to even entertain the idea.....lol
ttfn ~ mo
Posted by: mo at March 25, 2005 03:59 PM