
You think you know what a money shot is? Unless you've seen this, you're totally wrong.
I really wanted to make chicken pot pie this week. I really really did. I even put it on the menu, bought frozen peas and pearl onions. I took chicken out of the freezer to defrost. Like I really wanted to. But then I had the week from hell at work and have been retarded exhausted every night when I got home. So I haven't cooked this week since I made corn chowder on Sunday (I was way too lazy to write that up, sorry).
But tonight the week is over. I'm talking tomorrow off (partially to clean since my brother is coming for the weekend) so I can lie in bed all day long and just actually relax. So tonight I really wanted something comforting to eat and I harkoned back to those visions of chicken pot pie that danced in my head. But I didn't want to spend the time cooking all that stuff and putting stuff together. So I made all the parts that would go into the chicken pot pie, but I didn't actually put it together. If you were a gastronome you might call this "deconstructed" chicken pot pie. I just call it awesome.
The chicken was your basic roasted chicken (just the breast), with salt and pepper. A very basic gravy (with a little lemon juice at the end). Your basic mashed potatoes (even though they're not in chicken pot pie, who the fuck doesn't like mashed potatoes? Communists. Seriously. Communists don't. And that's it. And that's why we fought the cold war. And won. Take that Ruskies! WOLVERINES!!!) But the trick was two things. 1. Motherfucking biscuits yo. Cheddar-rosemary biscuits. For reals. 1.75 cups of flour, 3 tsp baking soda, 1 tsp kosher salt, 5 tbls cold, cold sweet creamery butter, 1 cup of whole milk, 1/3 cup shredded cheddar cheese, 2 tbls chopped fresh rosemary. Mix the dry stuff, cut the butter in, stir in the rosemary and cheese, and then add the mix. Stir for a minute until it comes together and then bake 12-14 minutes in a 450°F oven. 2. Peas. I made these by sauteeing a bunch of garlic and ginger in olive oil and then adding some madras curry powder, a bag of frozen peas, a handful of pearl onions and some chicken stock.
If the squeal from Julie wasn't enough to tell me it was good, it was probably the fact that there's almost nothing left.

I'm no chef. I'm barely a cook. And certainly not in the professional sense. I work in mobile for a living, but I enjoy cooking almost as much as I love 
