BVC Eats: Damn Yankee Chicken Pot Pie

by Phyllis Irene Radford

DAMN YANKEE CHICKEN PIE

In 1939 my Aunt Bec (Bessie) made the long and perilous train journey from rural Alabama to New England.  She needed to check out my newborn eldest brother to make certain he was a fitting heir to the Radford name.

My parents hadn’t much money at the time and tried hard to put together an economical meal that was “fancy” enough for company.  In other words, cheap and filling.  My mother and grandmother hit upon an old family favorite, chicken pie.

Aunt Bec, of course had to supervise the preparation.  She knew about chicken pot pie with a flaky pie crust on top.  She served it often to her company.  But she had never seen a chicken pie like this one!

Mom stewed up a chicken with rice and celery and a few spices like salt and pepper, right and proper according to Aunt Bec.  Then she committed the ultimate heresy for chicken pot pie.  She removed all of the meat from the bones, discarding the skin, fat, gristle, giblets, and the bones.  “You going to waste all that good chicken?  Why, what are we going to chew on?” Aunt Bec exclaimed.  She had always been taught to serve the chicken parts whole for her guests to pick out of the stew and gnaw clean.  It made a much more satisfying meal.  What was her Damn Yankee sister-in-law thinking?

My mother looked at her in abject puzzlement.  Leave the bones in?  Why?  You can not eat the bones.

Later when the dish was served, hot and bubbling, thick with gravy and vegetables and topped with mashed potatoes (another heresy) Aunt Bec admitted that yes, this was indeed a decent chicken pie but not a pot pie.  When she returned home, she served my mother’s variation of chicken pie to her friends and relatives.  They all agreed it tasted all right, but it was like no chicken pot pie they had ever seen.

Aunt Bec proudly replied that it was Damn Yankee Chicken Pie and she had a Damn Yankee sister-in-law who was a right good cook.

Recipe:  1 stewing chicken, 3 stalks celery chopped, 1 medium onion chopped, ½ C uncooked rice or barley, 1 C water, salt & pepper to taste.  1 lb carrots peeled, and sliced, 12 oz bag frozen peas—they did not have frozen in 1939 probably used fresh or tinned, 3 cups mashed potatoes, butter or margarine.

In pressure cooker or stew pot, cook the chicken with the celery, onion, rice, water, and salt and pepper.  When the meat falls off the bones, remove the chicken from heat and let cool just long enough to be able to handle.  Take the meat off the bones and place in a large casserole dish, discard skin, fat, gristle, giblets ( unless you like them in which case dice them up and toss into the casserole dish).  Cook the carrots in the chicken broth, when they are tender, add the peas and remove from heat (do not overcook).  Add the rice, vegetables, and broth from the original stew pot to the chicken—should be fairly thick.  Mix gently.  Top with mashed potatoes, dot with a butter or margarine and broil for about 2 min to brown the mashed potato peaks.

If this makes two much, freeze in smaller batches without potatoes.  Thaw and reheat, top with fresh potatoes and broil as above.

 

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About Phyllis Irene Radford

Irene Radford has been writing stories ever since she figured out what a pencil was for. A member of an endangered species—a native Oregonian who lives in Oregon—she and her husband make their home in Welches, Oregon where deer, bears, coyotes, hawks, owls, and woodpeckers feed regularly on their back deck. A museum trained historian, Irene has spent many hours prowling pioneer cemeteries deepening her connections to the past. Raised in a military family she grew up all over the US and learned early on that books are friends that don’t get left behind with a move. Her interests and reading range from ancient history, to spiritual meditations, to space stations, and a whole lot in between. Mostly Irene writes fantasy and historical fantasy including the best-selling Dragon Nimbus Series and the masterwork Merlin’s Descendants series. In other lifetimes she writes urban fantasy as P.R. Frost or Phyllis Ames, and space opera as C.F. Bentley. Later this year she ventures into Steampunk as someone else. If you wish information on the latest releases from Ms Radford, under any of her pen names, you can subscribe to her newsletter: www.ireneradford.net Promises of no spam, merely occasional updates and news of personal appearances.

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BVC Eats: Damn Yankee Chicken Pot Pie — 2 Comments

  1. Interesting that the recipe doesn’t call for herbs or spices. Perhaps it is assumed that the cook will add salt, pepper, thyme, bay, sage, and whatever else is handy?
    The difference between the two pies is that the Yankee one is what I have to dub shovel-ready. A dish that you can just shovel into your mouth, without any picking, gnawing, hulling or even much chewing. My son’s favorite meals are of this type — he is 24 years old and a hearty feeder. To his annoyance he discovered that PREPARING a shovel-ready meal is more work. All that boning, chopping, shelling…

  2. I have a vague recollection of finding a bay leaf in Chicken Pie once. But in 1939 salt and pepper were about all the folks could afford. Anything fancier had to wait a decade or two.

    Mom always preferred shovel ready food so that one did not get grease on the hands while eating. Very impolite for anything but a picnic with fried chicken. Better to get dirty before the meal and wash thoroughly so that one presents a clean and therefore polite appearance at table.