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.
I love bread. White bread, brown bread, flat bread, nan bread, olive bread, onion bread, tomato bread, garlic bread, sweet breads… actually, I think they might be something different.
I know bread is meant to be fattening but I don’t care. Which is handy as it makes up a huge part of my diet. I have it for breakfast. I have it for lunch and, occasionally, I have it for dinner. (You need a bit of bread to mop up that pasta sauce.)
I’m fortunate to have a bakery close to where I live so I tend to buy a fresh loaf every day. I might even treat myself to a cheeky little pastie while I’m there. Well, It’d be rude not to help keep local businesses afloat during a recession.
Sometimes I’m glad I’m a peasant. Otherwise I might have to eat something else, like cake.
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