Last Thursday evening I had mouths to feed, but I was floundering way beyond a deadline, and just in front of a flight out of town early the next morning. It also happened to be the very week that Michael Ruhlman called bullshit on the claim that we--as a society--don't have time to cook, so I was feeling a bit guilty about what was about to happen. But it had to happen. There was just no other way we were going to eat well that night.
Around 6 PM, as promised, the doorbell rang and I was greeted by David Bryson, aka "Johnny Casserole," bearing a tightly wrapped, oven-ready Pyrex dish containing enough chicken pot pie to feed us three times over, plus a Red Hen baguette.
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