Every Sunday for as long as I lived in Dexter, we had dinner after church at my Grandmaw's house. And every Sunday we had the same thing, Grandmaw's Chicken Pie. You'd think after 20 years that would start to get old, but it didn't and this week I had a taste for Grandmaw's chicken pie.
I tried to minimize the mesh that would be created by mixing the batter and flouring the counter before Brenna came to help. I later found out there would be no containing the flour cloud that Hurricane Brenna would stir up.







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