pioneer woman's chicken pot pie

I can't function in chaos. I can't leave dirty dishes in the sink at night. I can't leave laundry unfolded before going to bed. The counter has to be cleaned off. The coffee maker has to be set to go on the next morning at 5:30 a.m. I have to clean my desk off at the end of the day, even if it's just to stack papers in a pile. I just reeeeeeally can't handle chaos . . . or disorder . . . at all. 

So when it was getting close for Baby Heins to arrive, I decided to do myself a favor and eliminate the chaos before it started by putting some meals in the freezer. Double a meal. Freeze one in a disposable pan. Voila. Disorder averted. Or at least reduced.

Pioneer Woman's Chicken Pot Pie was just the ticket. 

Upside: I cooked one of our chickens for this recipe and got to feel all Ma Ingalls-ish.

Downside: We actually ate one of the pot pies before it made it to the freezer. 

Oops. 

Thus the part where you have to double the meal in order to have some to eat later. 

Chris grilled hamburgers to freeze. I made soup and some fettucini and a couple of casseroles and taco meat, some bread, even a pound cake because who doesn't need some dessert now and then after they've just spent all day smooching baby cheeks?

The pot pie, however, has been the big hit. A half a stick of butter. White wine. Heavy cream. I think you understand. Heck, you can even buy yourself a pie crust from the grocery store if you don't want to make your own. 

{Don't worry. Making pie crusts terrifies me too.}

So if you're like me and can't stand chaos, or if you're just hungry for chicken and veggies, or if you like cream and wine, or if you just want to whip up a meal and freeze that thing like nobody's business, this is your recipe. 

No disorder necessary!