Well, I said that I’d be eating pies while I was in London, and I wouldn’t lie about a thing like that. On my first day in town I ate this one (not all of it), a Brace and Dram Wild Game and Whisky Pie, from Fortnum and Mason. It took a certain amount of imagination to convince myself that I could taste the whisky.
A week or so later, again from Fortnum and Mason, I bought this one: a (ruinously expensive – best part of 9 quid - really) Mutton and Caper Pie, which I thought could have used a few more capers.
And it so happened that I was staying close to a Marks and Spencer. Now, M and S is no Fortnum and Mason but they’re not bad, and by no means ruinously expensive, and so in those moments when I was in need of comfort I wandered in and bought items such as these Mini Melton Mowbray Pork Pies, which were perfectly good.
I also scoffed down some of these Dinky Melton Mowbray Pork Pies. Yep, thay really call them that. In general I don’t want my food to be “dinky” but I was prepared to make an exception here.
I suspect there is some alternative universe in which Marks and Spencer sell micro pies, or bijou pie-ettes. I’d probably be happy to eat those too.