One of the many characteristics I share with Eric Cartman of South Park is our love of pot pies. Here is what I believe is the funniest moment of the South Park pilot, where Cartman’s cat begins to angle for his pot pie. It has zero to do with the plot, and is just a little tangential scene written seemingly to use the priceless phrase “No Kitty, this is my pot pie!” over and over again.
Chicken Pot Pies are sneaky junk food. The crust to chicken ratio in pot pies are pitiful– it’s basically as much protein as a slice of pepperoni pizza. But it is my favorite comfort food. (I eat terribly but I really hate most comfort foods. Mac & cheese and pancakes are good for one bite, but can you imagine actually ordering that stuff at a restaurant? Isn’t that just admitting you’re giving up entirely? Who does that besides kids? I’m kind of jealous of this person.)
The Dean and Deluca chicken pot pie is full of juicy chicken and vegetables. The crust is totally flaky and buttery, and the best evening in the world is heating up two of them with your honey, making a salad, a couple glasses of white wine, and eating them on the sofa while enjoying Luther.
You could eat anything while watching Luther, actually, who am I kidding. Dean and DeLuca Chicken Pot Pies make fantastic holiday gifts, as everyone loves getting something frozen in the mail (it’s true– isn’t it exciting?) and also, a savory pie is a special treat, the kind of thing pitiful Charles Dickens children dream about eating.