One last Farmer Boy-ish supper before I return to my lazy, modern ways: chicken pot (chicken pot chicken pot) pie.
I mean, I might have snuck some lazy, modern ways into this one. Just to eeeeeeease back into the present.
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| You would feel bad if I pulled something jumping back into the hectic pace of today with cold muscles. |
Did you guys know that both of my children will sit still and eat reasonable helpings of chicken pot pie? At the table? Around dinnertime? I didn't! Sometimes these meal planning projects yield fascinating results.
So obviously I didn't do Farmer Boy justice, AT ALL, because it is completely amazing in terms of energy intake/output and I am…not. I'm more of a "but I don't want to pickle beets" / "oatmeal seems like dinner" kind of girl these days. Like, if confronted with a live crustacean, I'm not even 100% certain I would kill it at this point. Where is all my energy going? Can't say for sure, but a good chunk of it is allocated toward…
…wearing embarrassing makeup in public!
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| In the sunlight, my lips were YELLOW. I looked like a failed Bond girl. Like, really super failed. |
YES, welcome to dazzling Gold Month at the Super Social Food and Makeup League of Austin. I have to say, the pictures cannot to justice to what goobers we looked like this round.
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| Gooooooldeyelids |
All I can tell you is, this was the first time we got to the front door of a restaurant and hesitated. For a while. We even attempted to make an immediate online reservation via phone in order to add some legitimacy to our dinner-seeking claim. After several minutes of milling around on the sidewalk, flashing brightly in the evening sun, we finally charged forward into the sea of professional-looking adults, where we were rewarded with one of the best bowls of soup I have ever had.
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| Kale, white beans, magic fairy salt |
There was also fresh pasta.
And egg-topped pizza.
And strawberry crostata.
And this perfect, perfect dollop of panna cotta.
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| This thing jiggled right out of my dreams. |
I definitely got off easier this month, since the gold lips were gone about halfway through the soup but Regan's lids shimmered strong all night. Don't feel bad for her. I already have my assignments for the next two months and they are intense. Stay tuned!
Speaking of intense, Anna has discovered puns and is running the gamut of typical pun-related emotions.
Time to go! We're headed to the beach today! Ivy is the only one packed!
