Pies. They are kind of awesome really. But they are one of those delicious culinary creations that I have to reserve as an occasional treat. I don’t want to eat so many that I end up looking like a pie.
These colder months are definitely a great excuse for a pie though. I have not made a pie for some time (last pie I made was a vegetarian pie with chestnuts, mushrooms and beer – which was uber-yummy), but I do occasionally wander around to the chilled aisle at the supermarket to look at the Higgidy Pie range to see if there is anything new. Within the past fortnight I found this limited edition pie:
It was like eating a yummy roast dinner in a pastry casing. The surprise for me was the layer of red cabbage underneath the parsnips (and I think there may have been some brussel sprouts going on in there somewhere). It was a treat.
I have published another post in the past about what a fan of Higgidy Pies I am:
Although, I would always applaud a home-made pie over a shop-bought pie, I am going to admit, I would rarely make a pie nowadays. Pastry is rather a neglected area in my baking repertoire of late. When I invite friends over for dinner I always make something like a curry, cannelloni or lasagne, or moussaka – and then I make sure there is lots of rice or veggies/salad and some kind of bready accompaniment. That way the hungrier guests can always leave satisfied.
There are some delicious sweet pies I love – pecan pie, custard pies, citrus tarts and many others. But in all honesty, when I make a dessert, I usually go for something without pastry. Something more along the lines of a roulade or a cheesecake.
But I still love eating pies. And although they are an occasional treat for me…Higgidy are my pies of choice. Their pie creations are delightful. In the summer I could happily put one of their pies on a plate, with a huge helping of salad on the side to make me feel more virtuous. Winter time – well it has to be some warm veggies, maybe potatoes (mashed or roasted) to go with a scrummy pie – a splash of vegetarian gravy would not go amiss.
If you did take a look at the other pie post I linked in above…you will know I grew up near a town famous for pies. Have you heard of a butter pie? I remember one freezing cold winter buying one and thinking it was the most tasty morsel that had ever passed my lips! Just don’t tell anyone from Wigan – that I hardly ever eat pies now I have left home.
This was my response to the writing prompt from Sarah Elizabeth Moore: