“A pie in a cob is pointless.
Pie should be with chips, peas and gravy, and the bread used to make a chip butty and to soak up excess gravy.
That is the way it has always been. I have spoken.”
Even though you are my brother and we come from the same place in the UK and should share the same values, I cannot agree with you.
You have pledged your allegiance to the south, mine is to the North. I have witnessed many many food miracles in the north. Hot pork pie, mushy peas and mint sauce. Chips and curry sauce. Pies so large you gasp at their enormity. Yorkshire puddings with everything. So many sausages everywhere it makes you weep. And we haven’t even got onto the myriad of traditional butchers dealing out their own brands of pork pies made with secret ingredients like crack cocaine to the masses. Curd tart (vile but I respect the passion for it), white pudding, beef dripping sold everywhere. Never being more than 2 minutes walk from a Greggs. So many food places where the owners are openly hostile to their customers but it doesn’t matter because the food is so good you’d crawl over broken glass naked to get it. Pork scratching stage size of your arm (and a lot hairier), gravy so thick you can mortar bricks with it. For crying out loud there’s even a Rhubarb Triangle to provide fruit for massive crumbles all year round. Being served tea with an extra pot of hot water at EVERY tea shop (I think environmental health close them down if they don’t round here).
However, I do have to agree it should be called a cob. I just can’t get used to calling them baps! 😉