You make one stinking pot pie for someone and suddenly everyone wants one. I made another for Kori in my office, since I did not make a pot pie for her when she had her baby. To be fair, that was 10 years ago. But fine. I made her one. I had leftover pie crust and made myself a, I don’t know, hand pie? empanada? with mozzarella and red pepper sauce. Yawn. Too much crust. Nice idea tho
Other people in the office are considering having children just so they can get a pot pie. Hey, if they want to go through the hassle and then raise the damn thing, I’ll make one for ’em.