Did you know that the word ‘chai’ is Swahili for ‘tea’? So when people say “chai tea”, they are really saying “tea tea”. It will bug you from now on when you hear people say it. But I had to tell you! This is the stuff Jeopardy questions are made of, after all. The real point of my vocabulary lesson is that I learned the meaning of ‘chai’ while visiting an African restaurant called the Kenyan Café where they served the best teas I’ve ever had in my entire life. The ones I ordered most often were the red ginger and masala teas; they were so warm, soothing and delicious! I always dreamt of buying a whole gallon of one and savoring it slowly for months in the comfort of my own home. Sadly, the restaurant closed before I could make this dream come true. 🙁 There was nothing I could do but figure out how to make my own—or maybe find the former owner of the Kenyan Café, knock on his door, and demand that he hand over his red ginger chai recipe, please and thank you. Ok, I’m not that desperate. But if I see him in Kroger someday, well, I can’t make any promises. 😉
Hello and good morning! Today I am sharing what we had for dinner last night which included a nostalgic trip back in time to grandma’s kitchen, an accidentally delicious chicken potpie, and…buffalo sauce.
I have never really liked buffalo sauce. I mean, I don’t hate it, but it’s never been something I’ve ordered from a restaurant or thought about cooking with myself. Yet, it accidentally made an appearance at my house last evening in the form of a can of buffalo shredded chicken that I did not intend to buy. It was on sale and the last item on my grocery list. So naturally, I snatched up two cans of the stuff and hightailed it out of there without reading the label. But you know what? There are no regrets here because if I hadn’t made this little mistake, there would have been no smoky buffalo chicken potpie for dinner!
Chicken potpie is my go-to recipe. I can tweak it a little (case in point: this recipe) and it turns out great; it is easy to throw together; I can make it healthier if I choose (not this time…oops); and I can count on it to please any crowd. Last night I hit the 2-week point of craving it and was super excited for dinner. Then I saw the orange sauce of doom draining from my can of chicken and just KNEW I had ruined dinner for sure. Thankfully, this time I ended up with a tasty new twist on an old favorite. LOVE it when that happens! (It doesn’t happen that often. 🙂 )