Vegan Pot Pie Pockets

While Mitch was at work last Tuesday, I spent the entire day experimenting to perfect these pot pie pockets. Pot pie pocket. Say that ten times fast, eh?

The smell of pot pies always sends me to warm and comforting childhood memories, when my mom would opt out of an extensive dinner from scratch and instead pop three little meal-sized pies in the oven, cutting our initials into the tops for identification: mine had a perfectly geometric “K,” hers a jagged “D” for Deborah, and my little sister, Lexxy, had the “L.” Sometimes after an hour in the oven, the “K” would be replaced with a puddle of pot-pie gravy, but that didn’t bother me one bit.