So I scored some great thighs at the farmers’ market…. Wait. Let me rephrase. I bought some small-farm-raised chickens’ thighs at the farmers’ market, and I braised them in butter and then simmered them in a sauce of cream of mushroom soup, sliced portobello mushrooms, cream of celery soup, and white wine. I served it with mashed potatoes because gravy.
But that’s not what I want to talk about.
I had some of each thing left over, so the next day I pulled the meat off the bone and mixed the meat with the gravy and half a can of mixed vegetables, and topped that with the mashed potatoes and a little cheese.
It’s kind of like Shepherd’s Pie, only not.
Remember, when the Lockdown started, and everybody was talking about Pandemic Cooking? Yeah, that’s how I always do.
A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Write about a shepherd of some kind: actual shepherd, a preacher, ents (tree shepherds), ants (aphid shepherds), a tour guide, or whatever.