Leftovers pie looked like cack but actually tasted ‘kin ace
Waste not, want not. No waste here, but I still want a chicken jalrezi, weirdly.
This pie was made with all the scraps left after our last roast chicken, supplemented with extra mushrooms and a few chopped up shallots.
The sauce is just the gravy and juice remains. Even a few bits of cold carrot and sprout leaf went in, plus a wedge of lemon that had been up the chicken’s chuff but that I forgot to remove from the mire.
Pastry was ready made, and I rolled it a bit too thick. ‘Twas a pastry-topped pie, rather than a completely encased one, and the top caved in quicker than a government official on Newsnight. But it didn’t bother the flavour.
Plated up on the usual ancestral Pyrex with camping cutlery from my childhood (serving suggetion). Tomorrow - an actual chicken jalfrezi.