Chicken Pot Pie Twice, Yet Not At All

Last Thursday we had made plans for a family to come and visit us and B was going to make her chicken pot pie from scratch. Good stuff, but it takes a couple hours of work, because B makes the crust from scratch and you have to cook all the veggies and the chicken.
They are coming at 5:30pm. At 3:30pm the gas on the stove goes out. The chicken is cooked, but the veggies were half warm in the pot on the stove. (We function here on butane gas cans similar to a BBQ grill in the States.) When you run out you call the gas guy and he comes and brings you however many cans you need. So I called him. "Okay, Mr. Clinton, I will be there in 10 minutes...."

30 minutes later. It's 4:15 buy this point. We are pushing getting everything done on time. No gas or gas guy. Call again. "Okay Mr. Clinton, I am on the way....maybe a half an hour."

5:00pm - No gas. We order pizza. It was good.

Friday is the holy day, so he ain't comin'.

Saturday - B says that if I want a birthday cake then I'd better get some gas for the stove otherwise it is going to taste rather funny. Okay. So I call again and finally get him here. "Mr. Clinton, I came by but no one was home!" (I know that stinks, but don't worry about it. This happens all the time. This is a typical Arab thing.) But we get the cake baked. Wait, did I say we? No. B baked the cake. I sat and played with Noah. So we decide for my birthday that we need to finish cooking the chicken pot pie that is half cooked in three pots in the fridge. I'm sorry, I keep saying we. I didn't do any of this. B got everything back out and on the stove and cooking when 10 minutes into it our friends called and the wife was in labor and needed to go to the hospital. So.......we left the chicken pot pie that wasn't really chicken pot pie yet, but more like veggies in a pot, chicken on a tray and a crust lying on the side; on the stove and went to the hospital.

Several hours later, we return home. By the way, Noah Luke was born at 11:59pm on St. Patty's Day. He is 51 cm long and 3.3 kilos. B finishes dinner and we ate it. And it was good. The pics are from my Happy Birthday Chicken Pot Pie Party....for all three of us.