Yeah, that’s pretty obvious now isn’t it? This brilliant idea is brought to you by the Hippos of Hunger, Insanity of Late Evening, and a completely failed intelligence check. Common Sense was on vacation I suppose.
From time to time we have a chicken pot pie. We have a local farm that prepares them with Happy Meat  and sometimes Good Vegetables . They are packaged in a convenient aluminum container with a cardboard cover that has the directions on it. The directions include “Remove this Before Cooking”.
This is the point where I note that this is a reason why I started this blog. This is one of those simple plans that went crazy because of a simple step overlooked. It’s a silly story, it’s a simple story, it made a few people laugh when I told it in person. So why not laugh here too?
And so, after it’s directed 50 minutes of being in the oven, the result was a very hot pot pie with a completely uncooked top crust. The crust could have been removed and the contents used otherwise, but a good idea at the time seemed to be to broil it for a short bit to quickly cook the crust.
This is where Hunger + Late Evening + FAIL comes into play.
So setting the broiler on Hi (FAIL!) I set a timer for 10 minutes and walk away (Lo and “stayed to watch it intently” would have been smarter…). Right around the time I thought I smelled something cooking I headed out into the kitchen to find flames ever so gently licking at the oven window.
Of course, I opened the oven instead of turning it off. Why? Because I’m a man and it is fire! I must play with the fire first! And, like any good adventurer, something on fire doesn’t say “Danger!!!” it says “please inspect me more closely, you know you want to.”
And so I still ended up with a pot pie, with very hot contents, and a completely unusable crust.
The end result was simple. I believe forms of this were called “SOS” in the military, how appropriate. Basically, put it on toast. Uncomplicated, and easy to do in the late evening. Besides, I’ve never lit toast on fire… yet.
 Happy Meat is what we like to call the locally raised meat which is at least Free Range, though not always Organic despite the farms commitment to feeding them “good food”. From everything we know about this farm, they do try. They just can’t guarantee absolutely organic intake by their animals.
 Good Vegetables is my name for those that I believe are local or came from a well-intended co-op. Again, absolutely conclusive evidence here is lacking, but the local farm doesn’t give me that Used Car Salesman vibe in any form.