It all started about nine months ago when we were house hunting.
We found ourselves in Pateley Bridge, searching for our next bijou property, and were wandering up and down the High Street searching for estate agents.
Towards the top was (and is) a butchers shop (above) with the most delicious looking pies sitting right there in the window.
Kendall's Farm Butchers was the name of the shop and I was in the mood for a pie (or two - Ed). If we were going to live here some research was needed and I needed to check out the local shops.
The chap serving us was very jolly and even pointed out a house nearby that he said we should buy.
Back to the pies. We chose several different types but one in particular stood out. It was a small pork pie shaped pie that tasted absolutely delicious. It was a beef and onion pie that they only make ten of every day (so rare, as well) with the most delicious pastry and even more delicious filling. Believe me, my mouth is watering as I write this.
Back to the present. We were on our way to Lancashire, via Pateley Bridge, to meet some nice folks, for the first time, who had offered to do us a favour (more about that later), so I decided that we should take something to say hello and thank you. Jan went off to buy flowers and I decided to take a pie (two actually). I think we might have two left said the pie man (so that scuppered any chance of buying some on the way back), and he went out the back and sure enough he found two. Jan on the other hand failed miserably in her search for flowers and decided to buy some locally made chutney and jam (you figure).
Anyway we then headed over the top into Lancashire, with our peace offering for the natives, but not before I had a pang of doubt. Severe doubt. What if I'd bought the wrong pie? Was it the same one that I remembered all those months back? There was only one way to find out. So I did.
It was absolutely delicious, not quite as I remembered, but then it never is, is it? But very, very good indeed.
Would our new friends know that we'd set off with two but only delivered one. Nah, they'd got the bloody chutney as well. Job done.
It was a selfless gesture ensuring that the right purchase had been made.
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ReplyDeleteYou ate the bloody pie cold? Still you can't be too careful. It could have contained bean sprouts.
ReplyDeleteIt was still a little warm. The pastry was excellent. Not a bean sprout in sight and if there was I'd have got Jan to try it first. She's good at tasting things.
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