I use to love pies as a child. They were a great quick meal for lunch or dinner with the family and even though mum did them in the microwave (hence no flaky crust), I was a massive fan. Then one day, I bit in to my regular fourandtwenty pie and as I was chewing on the mincey filling, I thought of a cow and couldn’t finish it. True story. Don’t ask my logic, I still ate steaks, regular minced dishes (bolognaise, etc) but from that day forward, pies never passed my lips and I became devoted to sausage rolls. It took about six or seven years to pluck up the courage for my to try another pie and once I did, I had no idea what my problem was. I had missed the beautiful gravy insides and the flaky (when bought or cooked in the oven obviously) pastry....
