#chickenpie

[arrowsneo]

Never assign me to do anything that requires waiting

[forkfulofflavor]

Savory Chicken Filo Bake This delightful savory chicken filo bake is a comforting dish featuring tender chicken and caramelized onions, all wrapped in flaky pastry. Perfect for a family dinner or a special occasion! Ingredients 1 kg onions 30 gr butter 2 tbsp olive oil 1 whole chicken 3 eggs black pepper 6 sheets filo pastry Instructions Start by placing the onions, butter, and olive oil into a large pan or stockpot with a lid. Add the whole chicken and pour in enough water to nearly submerge the bird. Cover the pan with the lid, bring the water to a boil, then reduce the heat to a gentle simmer and poach the chicken for about 1½ hours. Once the chicken is cooked, remove it from the pan and strain the cooking liquid into another pot, setting aside the onions to use later. Bring the strained liquid to a rolling boil to reduce it to a rich, gelatinous stock. Let the chicken cool, then shred all the meat from the carcass, discarding the bones and skin. In a large bowl, combine the chicken with the reserved onions, mixing thoroughly. Add the eggs and some of the chicken stock, seasoning the mixture with salt and black pepper to taste. Preheat the oven to 230°C/gas 8/446°F. Grease a round pie dish with olive oil. Line the dish with 3 sheets of filo pastry, alternating the direction each time and brushing each layer lightly with olive oil. Spoon the chicken mixture into the dish and fold the overhanging edges inward. Top with an additional 3 layers of filo, again placing them at different angles. Fold in the overhanging edges to seal the pie and brush the entire surface with more olive oil. Bake in the preheated oven for 15 minutes. After 15 minutes, take the pie out, reduce the oven temperature to 200°C/gas 6/392°F, cut the pie into 6 or 8 wedges, and return to the oven for another 45 minutes. Allow the savory chicken filo bake to rest for 10–20 minutes before serving warm.

[abi-sain]

Hell’s Fried Chicken

Cause the best food is the one that used to have a soul.

Cindy and Krispy McHell by @zerosenpie

Dottie by @cozy-starz

Cabbie and Carrie Flint by Me

[chihiro0315]

チキンのトマト煮込みのパイ #breakfast #cooking #chickenpie #tomatosoup #pie #朝食 #パイ #チキンのトマト煮 #パイシート #おうちごはん #器 #自炊 #自炊記録 #マルミツポテリ https://www.instagram.com/p/COhp5qeg4JR/?utm_medium=tumblr

[foodcreation101]

Creamy Chicken Pie 🥧🌺

[zerosenpie]

*injects genderbend juice into senpie's arm* now you feel how we feel. How do you like being a waifu?

*turns into a chicken instead*

SenPie to ChickenPie–

SenPie by Me

Malorie Simmons by @hazgh0st

Background by kina-axian

[lady-stardust8]

Fluff-lord(third eye): if you hurt this precious chicken, I will have your head on my wall. Got it?!

Idea by @dreugalp

Malorie Simmons @hazgh0st

Fluff-lord Belongs to me

(XD I got lazy and I broke a neck XD x2)

[wildler]

Sweetgum Ave.

Residents of Sweetgum Avenue would never have suspected they co-existed with a psychopath.

The street was neighbourly—as a neighbourhood should be. Children played soccer in their driveways, people walked their dogs off the leash, and everyone always smiled and said hello.

The Riley’s had moved into number nine two months prior. Unbeknown to them, bringing something sinister to the warm cul-de-sac.

He would linger in the back garden at night. Peering through the windows from the cover of shadows and shrubs. The glow cast from their home created some kind of force-field that always kept him from getting too close.

Sometimes Mrs Riley would catch a glimpse of something in the garden. A shadow out of place. A movement in the corner of her eye that made her think she might be going mad. She would stare into the night, on occasion—without knowing, right at him. A vague smile on her face, strange notions in her head.

He had picked the Riley’s because of her. Something drew him in—a dark selfish desire to be the one that removed her from this world.

There would have been easier targets, the neighbours in number eight did not have a dog, or children like the Riley’s. Nonetheless, the man in the shadows remained every night, biding his time for the right moment.

This evening may have been it.

It was just going dark when Mr Riley and the kids took the dog for a walk to the park—a trip that usually took half an hour. Mrs Riley had remained at home, the pie in the oven hadn’t finished baking, and she was going to watch it. With his chosen victim alone in the house, the man in the shadows seized his chance.

The patio door was most discreet. There was no sign of Mrs Riley in the living room as he crept around lego blocks and stuffed animals. The smell of chicken pie warmed the air.

The kitchen was silent, but he had been sure that was where she had been through the windows. He snuck back through the hall, the scent of pie thickening as he made his way to the kitchen.

Pausing at the threshold, he tightened his gloved hands around a homemade garrote of garden rope. It wasn’t his weapon of choice, but when a small window of opportunity like this presented itself, it couldn’t go neglected.  

He slipped into the kitchen and met a steady pair of eyes across the room.

Mrs Riley was waiting, her green apron tied neatly around her waist. In her right hand was a machete. In her left, a kitchen timer—set to thirty minutes.

She placed the timer on the counter-top and stepped toward him. The man’s hands went slack on his rope when he realised the room was lined with plastic drop cloth. How had she set it up so quickly?

“I wondered if you would finally show,” she said, her smile dialled up four notches past manic. “You’re just about the only person around here that they won’t notice is missing.”