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. 🙂 )
What makes it so wonderful? Well, I’ll tell you. The subtle bite and tang that can only come from the unique blend of peppery spices in buffalo sauce work together with smoked paprika to create a flavor all new to the chicken potpie. It’s like Superbowl game day snacks crashed a normal weekend dinner in October! However, the same “creamy-chicken-y-goodness-mixed-with-veggies” taste that we all know and love is still there to whisk us back in a whirlwind of nostalgia to grandma’s kitchen where it all began.
Ahhh…I’m there now. Grandma is cooking at the stove. Then there are some baby Clydesdales that want to work for Budweiser when they grow up. She gives me a spoonful of something to taste. Someone gets tackled and the crowd goes wild. Now Grandma is riding on a Clydesdale telling me to get the pie out of the oven when the timer goes off…Wait, I don’t think that’s how this memory was supposed to go. But that’s ok because this pie tastes sooooo good. 🙂