I don’t like cheating. I really don’t.
I never stole from the bank during a round of Monopoly. I didn’t write answers to math quizzes on my palm. I never tried to avoid the instant replay cameras in soccer. (Did they really use instant replay cameras in soccer games for 8 year olds? That’s what my coach told me. I call shenanigans.)
But in the immortal words of J. Lo, I’m real. Which means that last week my Wednesday night looked like exhaustion, two growling tummies, one irritable dog who had been home alone for way too long, and piles and piles of laundry: this degree of real required some cheating.
Cheating and comfort! So I busted out this pot pie recipe and cheated with a few shortcuts.