What's for supper?

Chicken pot pie. I have suspicion that the rooster they used was a game rooster, 15 years old, and he was chased 10 miles before they caught him. Goodyear 70K mile tread tough! :mad: Not sure a pressure cooker would have made the meat edible. Some of the peas were so hard that they could work as ammo in a large diameter straw as a blow gun. :sneaky:
 
Chicken pot pie. I have suspicion that the rooster they used was a game rooster, 15 years old, and he was chased 10 miles before they caught him. Goodyear 70K mile tread tough! :mad: Not sure a pressure cooker would have made the meat edible. Some of the peas were so hard that they could work as ammo in a large diameter straw as a blow gun. :sneaky:

The last pot pie I bought had those "mystery meat" compressed chicken cubes in it. Kind of bouncy meat, if you know what I mean. 🐔:ROFLMAO::ROFLMAO:
 
I know this is about supper, but every Sunday for brunch I make flapjacks..
I mash 2 overripe bananas, add 2 eggs, cinnamon, sweetener, and some flour to thicken the batter..
Just before I put the batter in a fry pan, I add some frozen blueberries, mix well and into the buttered fry pan it goes..
I make 2 large flapjacks, the size of the plate instead of smaller ones..
Serve with real maple syrup..
Pot of freshly brewed coffee......
 
Fend for myself, is every supper around here. :sneaky:

Cheddar cheese slices and cheese bread sticks, with so called Marinara sauce.

Whoever called that tomato sauce with a bit of basil and parsley sprinkled on it, Marinara sauce, wasn't Italian for sure and suffering from dead taste buds. I have no Italian in me, but I was on to this deception after the first tiny taste. As the mafia folks would say, "You call this Marinara? Please!!!!" I can imagine a mafia Don ordering, the maker of that tragic excuse for an Italian dipping sauce, wacked. 🥹
 
Fend for myself, is every supper around here. :sneaky:

Cheddar cheese slices and cheese bread sticks, with so called Marinara sauce.

Whoever called that tomato sauce with a bit of basil and parsley sprinkled on it, Marinara sauce, wasn't Italian for sure and suffering from dead taste buds. I have no Italian in me, but I was on to this deception after the first tiny taste. As the mafia folks would say, "You call this Marinara? Please!!!!" I can imagine a mafia Don ordering, the maker of that tragic excuse for an Italian dipping sauce, wacked. 🥹
Let me know when you are on your way to Oklahoma. I will do my best to fatten you up a bit.
 
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