There’s not too many people out there who don’t love a potpie. At least, I have never met anyone who could resist the combination of buttery pastry and savory filling, usually with chunks of chicken, carrots, potatoes, peas and mushrooms — and sometimes those delectable little pearl onions — in a creamy sauce. As my friend Carly said, “There were very few things in my childhood as exciting as a potpie in the oven.”
One day last week I was staring in the fridge, wondering what to do for dinner. We were smack dab in the middle of that in-between time when we’ve used up a good deal of the food from our last shopping trip but our reserves weren’t so depleted that I needed to run to the store immediately. I consider this the optimum time for inventing new recipes or, as I like to call it, playing with my food.
Here’s what I had: one sheet of frozen puff pastry from a box of two (I’d used the other pastry sheet in my disastrous attempt at Apple Pan Dowdy), half a pound of ground turkey, half a bag of frozen peas, an onion, carrots, a parsnip, a slightly withered potato and some leftover mushroom chicken from Panda Express. From the pantry, I pulled a can of mushrooms and a can of cream of mushroom soup.
In my big cast-iron skillet, I browned the turkey with olive oil, garlic and salt, then added a whole diced onion. Next, I cubed the parsnip and one large carrot and tossed them into the pan along with the one past-its-prime potato. I looked at the takeout mushroom chicken and wondered if I was crazy to add that. Maybe, but it had so many plump mushrooms and zucchini and even a few broccoli florets, and more vegetables can’t be bad. Into the skillet it went, chopped into small pieces, along with its salty sauce.