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Leftovers

My exciting post of the day is leftovers. I am trying to think of creative new ways to use up my leftovers. I heard a Pennsylvania Dutch recipe recently for chicken pot pie and wondered if I could use my leftover pork roast to make something similar. I used yoke free egg noddles instead of the traditional square noddles. I substituted pork for chicken and pork broth for chicken broth. I turned my pork broth into pork gravy(really not that fatty...only a bit of butter all the fat had been skimmed.) I sliced up four potatoes into eighth of inch rounds and layered the pan. The potatoes were par boiled along with the carrots so they wouldn't be crunchy. I layered, potatoes, carrots, kale,pork, gravy, noddles and then repeated, but only did one layer of kale. Trying to sneak that stuff in(:. I seasoned each layer with dried onions, garlic powder and paprika. If it tastes yucky, I'll have to regret posting this(:, but it spells delicious. Last night we had pork barbecue. Now only have a bit more pork to use up. That's what I get for buying a huge roast. It was 89 cents a pound(:. Okay that is my dull life at it's best. I will get even more excited after I get the kitchen floor mopped! I am sure all stay at home wives and mothers have days like this. Honestly, It might seem boring, but I am content. I like taking care of my family my favorite people.

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  1. AmesredMarch 15, 2012 at 3:37 PM

    smells not spells I'll fix it later.

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  2. Gwen ErnstMarch 18, 2012 at 8:33 PM

    amen to "family being my favorite people!" I couldn't have said it better!

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  3. AmesredApril 3, 2012 at 2:11 PM

    Thanks Gwen. I like you too(: After all you are family.

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