chicken pie for the soul
The flaky crust is a golden field
That stretches over the circular dish,
Speckled with the pastry stars
Dotted here and there, the edge
Crimped so lovingly, with a silver fork.
And then when cooked and cut with sharpened knife
The creamy filling oozes out
And chunks of chicken slip and slide
Between the leeks and brightest carrots
Soothing souls with every bite.
Those with colds and flu
Needing food to cure their woes
Enjoy a pie to fill that hole
That gapes so wide when all is told.
I believe that when you are ill, or at least recovering from illness, you need to fix yourself with food. And there is nothing more satisfying than pie. Flaky pastry, a creamy sauce and loads of chicken and veggies is a miracle mixture. There is no way that you can eat that and not feel a little bit better.
And then the cold weather is on the way this week and so we all need a little bit of winter flubber. Pie is full of all the calories, so why not have a couple of slices, if only to keep ourselves a bit warmer over the next few weeks.