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Pennsylvania Dutch? Has it been adapted from the German bot boi recipes? Was it a recipe used in kitchens during the depression when eggs may have been harder to find? I'm really not sure. I'm not even sure it matters. In my mind, pot pie always came from Grandma's kitchen.
What I do know is, as a child, I could always count on having pot pie when I visited my grandma. The smells from my grandma's kitchen greeted us as soon as we climbed the cement steps to her house. She'd open the door and we would be immediately enveloped in the love of her kitchen as she wrapped her arms around each of us.
Grandma would make pot pie - my favorite dish - for family dinners, week visits, and over the holidays. Mixing flour, shortening, salt, and a little baking powder, Grandma would magically create thick noodle-like squares to toss into a pot of boiling beef broth. She'd add leftover beef, make some mashed potatoes, cook a few sides and dinner would be served.
I remember looking at that box and thinking how thoughtful the gift was. I was touched by the care given to prepare each of these cards. What I didn't realize then was that each year that box would become more and more treasured. What I didn't know was how many times I would reach into my kitchen cupboard and feel that she was standing right beside me telling me to add a pinch of this or a dash of that.