Puff pastry is perfectly acceptable – on a dessert.
Pontypine sized dishes with puffy flaky hats might qualify under the dictionary definition but I put it to the STW massive that the dictionary has been subverted by philistines.
And just what the hell is a pizza pie? Gadzooks.
A pie is a thing of beauty and I find myself (for once) fully in agreement with the sentiments of the north. Self supporting, encased by pastry, gravy that oozes out when cut, with a predominance of meaty products flavoured with perhaps a small amount of select veg – onion, a few chunks of carrots or peas.
It’s pudding for pie lovers. The perfect example can be found at The Church Inn, Uppermill. Their steak and kidney pud is served with the traditional chips, mushy peas and gravy. I find it goes even better with a pint of dark mild brewed on the premises.
Now that’s the sort of lunch a southerner can only dream about
I am actually dreaming about that now.