See, I had just had a baby. my third child. I was sore, tired, and an emotional postpartum wreck to say the least. Then my buddy shows up with dinner, and I probably cried. It was the best thing in the world. So really when I think of this recipe I am really full of overexagerated feelings of warm comfort food love for my dear Steph. I'll admit when she said she was bringing sheperds pie, this was not at all what I was thinking! When I think of Shepherd's Pie...I think leftover meat. Or . . .