And I’m not talking about the sweet kind, by gum.
You can take the man out of Yorkshire, but you can’t take…
I reckon you know the rest.
Where would we be without pies and pasties, eh? Well, I’ll tell you – here’s where:
Whether your fancy is a pork pie or a Cornish pastie, steak & ale pie or lamb samosa, you can’t beat a bit of pastry. Crusty or crumbly, flaky or filo; this manna from heaven would grace the great banqueting halls of Zeus himself, atop Mount Olympus.
The Everly Pregnant Brothers sum it up the best in ‘No Oven, No Pie‘, on top of the Fat Cat pub in Sheffield. (U2 have nothing on this lot.)
Thanks to Paul Kirby for alerting me to their musical talent.