What came first? The chicken pie or the egg pie? Quick confession. I hated chicken pie. There was something wrong with such things. Tasteless, soggy, just not right. Keep them away from me.
My conversion to chicken pies came while paintballing. A bunch of folk from the old firm trotted off to the woods to shoot each other. We had a mix of caters, carers, nursing, security, household, secretaries and me and Richard the Chef from head office. And jolly good fun it was too. Except Maeve the Nurse shot me in the bum. The paintball didn’t burst, so I didn’t get counted out but lord that hurt. At the end of the day, Richard the Chef and I were the last men standing. We didn’t get a high noon stand off.
Somewhere in the midst of this carnage, we broke for lunch and horrors - chicken pie! There wasn’t really anything else though. I took a slice, grumbling inside but was pleasantly surprised. It had the most marvelous chickeny flavour. Gorgeous, This is what chicken pies should taste like.
A new enthusiasm for chicken pie gripped me and I started trying them out here and there. Whatever did I think was wrong with chicken pie? Not getting the pie perhaps?
Shortly after the paintball session, Richard the Chef was taking the day off. Not one to leave us in the lurch, he roasted some chickens and assembled the ingredients for chicken pie. The kind that will feed thirty-forty odd people. He left written instructions for his stand in and his two assistants were briefed on project chicken pie. Simples!
Next day I trotted into lunch at the first sitting and the advertised pie was no where to be seen. I was given a quarter roast chicken which had an unusual taste. Not sure I finished it.
For some reason, the stand-in chef decided that he wasn’t going to cook chicken pie. Despite protests from the other two cooks, he had re-roasted the chickens and cut them into portions. Doing it this way meant he didn’t have enough portions to serve everyone who had signed in for lunch.
Having gone through the first sitting with complaints about the taste of the chicken, the crunch came a few minutes into the second when they ran out of meals. Major scandal. Normal service resumed the next day with the return of Richard the Chef but I don’t think we ever found out why the temp hadn’t made the pie?