Chicken Pot Pie and Catholics

Apparently I don't actually want to write in detail about either the chicken pot pie I made last night, or the Catholic confirmation I attended on Saturday evening (which made up a bit for the seder I was heartsore to miss, boo hoo, next year in Jerusalem or at least in someone's dining room) -- I just want to mention that I did both, and that both were lovely. In very different ways, of course.

Maybe some more on the confirmation later. "I always cry at baptisms," though, as I mentioned before, I was already a little weepy that day.