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Chicken Pot Pie Soup (Gluten and Dairy Free!)

When I was a kid, I’d whine to my dad that I was bored and he would jokingly tell me to go jump in a snow pile. That’s about to happen because there’s about 3 or 4 feet of snow on the ground. FEET OF SNOW. It’s becoming comical. There’s hardly anywhere left to put it.

With the 72 inches of snow Boston has seen over a two week span, most people I know are in hibernation mode. Hibernation mode calls for hot meals made from whatever is already in the kitchen, and we’ve been hooked on soups and stews.

Gluten Free Dairy Free Chicken Pot Pie Soup


Oh, there’s chicken and frozen veggies in the freezer? And some fresh vegetables that need to be used up? Hello, chicken pot pie (sort of)!


Gluten Free Dairy Free Chicken Pot Pie Soup

This recipe is inspired from a take-out soup business that used to be downtown. My favorite soup was their chicken pot pie soup. The restaurant closed a few years ago, but I’ve missed the soup which was simply a chicken pot pie filling. I made this meal dairy-free by substituting a can of coconut milk for cream or regular milk, and used a gluten-free all purpose flour mix to thicken up the broth.

The result? This is as close to a regular chicken pot pie filling you’re ever going to get. I couldn’t believe how well the flavors melded together! You wouldn’t know coconut milk was used. The recipe below calls for 3 tablespoons of gluten-free flour, but I think you could probably throw in another teaspoon or tablespoon to thicken up the broth even more. If you’re really motivated, you could make a gluten-free pie crust topping, and crumble it on top. After shoveling several feet of snow, I’m fine with this soup the way it is!

How are you surviving Snowpocolypse 2015?

Gluten Free Dairy Free Chicken Pot Pie Soup

Chicken Pot Pie Soup (Gluten and Dairy Free!)
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  • 2 boneless chicken breasts
  • 1 carrot
  • 1 small yellow onion
  • 2 celery stalks
  • 3 cups chicken stock
  • 1 (16oz) can coconut milk
  • 3 cups mixed frozen vegetables (I used a corn, green bean, carrot, peas mix)
  • 1 Tbsp olive oil
  • 1 Tbsp dairy-free butter
  • 3 Tbsp Gluten-Free All Purpose Flour (I used Bob's Red Mill.)
  • salt
  • pepper
  • all-purpose, no salt seasoning mix
  1. Cut chicken breasts into small, bite sized pieces. Season with salt and pepper.
  2. Coat a pan with 1 Tbsp of olive oil over medium heat. Cook chicken thoroughly. Set aside.
  3. Heat 1 Tbsp of butter in a 5 or 6 qt pot. Add the carrots and cook for 1 minute.
  4. Add the celery and onion. Season with all-purpose seasoning. Cook until onions are translucent.
  5. Stir in flour. Pour in chicken stock and coconut milk. Bring to a boil.
  6. Add chicken and frozen mixed vegetables. Season with salt, pepper, and seasoning mix.
  7. Cook on medium for about 30-40 minutes.


My home… #BostonStrong – The Week That Was The Boston Marathon Bombing

Boston Marathon Memorial sign

Boston Marathon Memorial

This post is incredibly insignificant compared to the stories and ordeals of others…

I just need to write… Need to put words and images somewhere…

Monday, April 15th was the last day of a two week vacation. It was going to be a fun day – brunch and drinks downtown with friends at The Pour House, a little marathon spectating and cheering, and then returning home to work on a food photography project. But I felt a need to get my client’s project started early that morning. I texted my friends, telling them to enjoy a few beers for me. I was sad to miss cheering the runners down the final stretch of Boylston Street… After all, it’s tradition.

After wrapping up in the early afternoon, I logged onto Twitter and learned about what happened. My heart leapt into my throat and felt sick to my stomach. My friends – women who I consider my sisters – had moved to a hotel bar closer to the finish line. Luckily, they were in the back of the bar and ran out the emergency exit when they heard the explosions. Some other friends were volunteering somewhere after the finish line, and one by one they checked in on Facebook – they were okay. Then I learned an acquaintance was mere feet away from the bomb in front of Marathon Sports. How he escaped without a physical scratch, we’ll never know.

I sat in my apartment, glued to my television. I was scared for my co-workers… My full time job is with a local news station, WHDH-TV. I bounce back and forth between the director and assistant director chairs. That day, a photographer was on the media bridge over the finish line and caught the first explosion on camera. Several reporters were at the scene… I was scared for them. But that feeling was nothing compared to what the rest of the week had in store.

Non-stop news coverage. Images flying in from the scene. Press conferences, video of the explosion playing over and over and over again, victims being wheeled away… Images of those who lost their lives… Tears… Chaos and yelling in the control room. Friends of friends knew the people who died… Too close… “Hi Uncle Al! I’m on the air right now, can’t talk, I’m fine, I’ll call you later, okay?”… A lot of chaos and yelling in the control room. Oh, hey there friendly neighborhood snipers, dressed in black and holding automatic rifles of some sort! Thanks for keeping us safe! Live coverage of President Obama’s visit. Interfaith service broadcast. Boston Strong. More press conferences. The world’s eyes on our beloved city…

Thursday evening came. I met a friend for a drink. A drink turned into several drinks, making some new friends at the bar, and celebrating one of their birthdays. A beautiful occasion worth celebrating and being happy about! I got home and fell asleep at midnight.

2:30 AM, a text from my friend Sophia in Los Angeles woke me up: “Thinking of you… Hope you’re doing okay. Let’s talk soon”. She had checked in earlier in the week…maybe this was a drunk text? Nah, she’s not that type. Still weird though. I turned over and closed my eyes. My phone beeped again. Another text from my friend Jack in Los Angeles: “WHAT IS GOING ON IN BOSTON?! ARE YOU OKAY?!?!”. I leapt out of bed and turned on the news, only to see my co-worker caught in the middle of gunfire with the bombing suspects. One suspect died. I was shaking.

Watertown, MA. One friend had FBI agents on his lawn and saw a huge spotlight shining into the house across the street. More friends live a few blocks away from the gunfight. My boyfriend heard the gun shots, and he lives a town over. It was a sleepless night. I got to work at 6:30 AM.

Our reporter who had bullets whiz by his head was still on the air. More reporters were out there. Every law enforcement agency was out there. Putting reporters on the air, one by one, summarizing the scenes. Swat teams surround a garage right next to a reporter while they are on the air. Me: “Oh God…um…can we keep the suspects photos in…in preview…just in case…” I swallowed hard. That was the most terrifying moment in my television career. There was no knowing if the suspect was actually in there…and if he was, what he would do…

Rotate in and out of the director chair with co-workers for hours. Please, please, please, don’t let anything bad happen out there… Things started quieting down around 7PM… The lock down was lifted… I started thinking about going home, but then the suspect was found hiding in a boat. In Watertown. Gun fire. Reporters and photographers in danger again.

And then it was over. Relief. As I left work, the streets were still very quiet. I walked past a police station, as the guys were starting to pull in from Watertown. “Thank you so much for everything you did this week…” One officer could only give a tired, weary smile, and a nod. The other rejoiced that he could finally go home and made a bee line for his car. Another mentioned where they were all going drinking. They, along with all the EMT’s and folks at local hospitals, deserve all the beers in the world.

Jeff had a bottle of wine waiting for me when I got home. And I broke down the second I closed the door. The city I lived in for 15 years…the innocent people who are recovering and learning to manage the difficult memories…there are so many amazing stories emerging about them…my co-workers out there in the middle of it all…my friends who live in and around Watertown…the images all flying in at the same time, and choosing which ones you the viewers see at home…

Bad dreams. Dreams woke me every hour or so for a few nights. If I’m experiencing that, I can’t begin to imagine what others are experiencing… *BIG HUGS TO YOU*

I visited the memorial on Monday… Took it all in… The media presence, the barricades, the empty street, the notes, sneakers, marathon medals, trinkets… I walked down Newbury Street, which runs parallel to Boylston. It was nearly empty of pedestrians. Smaller memorials at the cross streets… Niketown, completely covered in messages written with chalk… The messages from all around the world… Heartwarming and comforting.

We were shaken, but not broken. We are Boston. We are one. And no one messes with our f-ing city.

Boylston Street Reopens

Boston Marathon Bombing Memorial

Boston Marathon Bombing

Boston Marathon Bombing Memorial

Boston Strong

Boston Marathon Bombing Memorials

Boston Marathon Bombing

Boston Marathon Bombing

Near the end of the rainbow!

I could have used a pot of gold today! So close, yet so far!


4th of July Fireworks in Boston

4th of July Fireworks in Boston

How was your 4th of July? I hope you had a great holiday! I worked during the day, then headed to a friend’s cookout. Late in the afternoon, I realized that I frequently pass by a perfect location to photograph Boston’s incredible 4th of July fireworks display. I couldn’t miss an opportunity to photograph it, so I ran home, grabbed my camera, and arrived just in time for the show. This is my favorite shot – I have a few others I’ll post on the blog soon, but wanted to share this one with you.

Updated on 7/10/2012:

A few more photos to share!

Boston 4th of July Fireworks

Boston 4th of July Fireworks

Boston 4th of July Fireworks

Boston 4th of July Fireworks

Happy 100th Birthday, Fenway Park!


Thanks to the Red Sox for letting around 50,000 fans check out Fenway Park yesterday! I got there pretty late in the day, so I was disappointed to miss checking out the press box, taking a peek inside of the Green Monster, and see other areas of the park normally closed off to the public. But walking along the warning track  is an incredibly special experience! I really, really hope the Red Sox organization has another open house this season to celebrate Fenway’s 100th birthday. I would love to take my time photographing everything Fenway has to offer.