Showing posts with label pie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pie. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Pig Night

JoB Mansions, Camden, London
Dinner last night with Dave, Pam and their baby son, Arjan, 'round here at JoB mansions. Decided to go all out, 100% pie. Fish pie for main, apple & plum pie for dessert. All went very well, and I think the apple & plum number was the pie-light.


Despite what it says on the crust, this was the apple & plum pie. I was trying to brand it with my new baking trademark - the backwards vowel. Unfortunately, a backwards 'e' looks like a forwards 'g' so my fruity dessert had an identity crisis and came across labeled up as a 'Pig' pie.

No developing news to report from the folk within Burma. I guess the government's crack down on Internet access has taken full effect. A quick search of online news sites today threw up plenty of stories with Ros's byline so she's still managing to feed info out somehow. Hope everything is OK.

I'm sure things are far from OK for the thousands of Buddhist monks that have been rounded up by the Burmese military and are seemingly being held in makeshift prisons outside of Rangoon. Something tells me most of them won't be seen by their families for a long time, or even at all. Ros's latest article in on the Independent website.

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Pie heaven

Anyone that knows me should be fully aware of my love of pies. Well, New Zealand is pie heaven. It seems to be what NZers survive on. It's like Bolton on a Saturday afternoon...people simply queueing for pies. Mince (as in ground beef, not your dried fruit infused abomination) seems to be the staple although you can also get steak, steak & cheese, steak & veg and the below documented butter chicken - seemingly a new angle for NZ pie eaters. Marvellous. Oddly enough all cafes selling pies had a smell reminiscent of Seb's parents' kitchen. Maybe Seb's parents are closet pie bakers. Maybe so.