OK, I guess I’ve wanted to do this for over 40 years, so I can finally update my bucket list.
When I was a teenager, my mother bought these little frozen thingies you could throw in an oven that were called “chicken pot pies”. Being recENTly turned on to all the hip lingo, I thought this was hysterically funny, and kept asking her why they called them pot pies if they didn’t have any pot in them.
Yesterday my wife bought this gigantic Chicken Pot Pie at Costco, and as I was staring at my slice, I said to myself, “Hey, I have my little pill bottle full of ABV in the other room…I don’t see why it wouldn’t work…” and sprinkled some on.
That little bit was all it took to blast me up to a happy [6.5] for 7 hours or so.
Top of the world, Ma!
P.S. As I was heating up another piece of it today (without the ABV this time), I noticed that the clock on the microwave said 3:14. So now that’s Chicken Pot Pi…