Sounds yummy. Hang in there. Also, gas stoves rock. We lost power for nearly two weeks with Sandy, but I could still cook because gas stove.

You can always blind bake it. Just bake the crust empty for a bit until it crisps up. As long as your filling is creamy rather than brothy, the crust should hold up.

I do this, but instead of a pie crust, I throw it into individual baking dishes and top with a a basic biscuit dough, then bake. Anything pot pie is the highest plane to which leftovers can aspire.

I may be lazy-minded, but I know how to use an apostrophe.

I just told my kids this story, and they were horrified. My son is only 11, but he knows if he acted like this online, he'd be crying by the time I was done with him. Also, I'd own all the electronics. All of them.

I am from Philly, and as far as I am concerned, provolone is the only acceptable cheese steak cheese. Cheez Wiz is not food. Also, go Eagles.

Hey, it's good to be prepared for any eventuality.

I'm so sorry about your mom. And I so hear you about riding in cars. For a long time, xanax was the only way I could cope with being a passenger instead of the driver.

Kate Flannery, please?

Samantha Bee gets on my last nerve, but I'm completely with you on Team Jessica.

Easy there, sweetheart. The nice man told you to calm down, and here you are getting all hysterical.

Back in the 1990s, my friend and I were having lunch in a very quiet, near-empty restaurant in Philadelphia's Chinatown. Suddenly, two men, one in his 20's, one in his 50's or 60's, burst into the dining room from the kitchen, yelling at each other in Cantonese. An older woman soon followed them into the dining room…

Right. Because I am a terrible parent whose response above was meant to be taken literally. Thanks for the tip.

I have very mixed feeling about the movie as a whole, but the opening credit sequence? The Staten Island Ferry, the pre-9/11 views of lower Manhattan, and that amazing Carly Simon song? That is, without a doubt, one of the best film sequences to come out of the 1980s. It gives me chills every. damn. time.

We had to wear navy blue "bloomers" under our skirts— sort of like baggy underwear, but in sweatshirt material. On PE days, the teacher would make us line up in the gym and bend over so she could make sure we were wearing them. So creepy.

I have a sixth grader. I'm not sure what I would do if I got that letter, but I'm very much afraid it would involve a mob, pitchforks, and torches.

I just had to let you know that my husband just got back from Pennsylvania with a present for me. I am eating a Tasty-Klair right now.

I've been attacked by geese. They are nasty SOB's. They will not apologize, either.

Seriously, he comes across like he's expecting our approval. Good job, Jamie, you sure put one over on your kid! Now she knows better than to trust you (who have made a career out of creating a healthy relationship between kids and food, by the way) to feed her. What an asshole he is.