AKA Because Sometimes Sunday Lunch Needs a British Accent
For a few years, I was in a relationship with a Brit. When we went to Cambridge to visit his family, his mum made the most-glorious meat pies. Beef, pork, lamb, sausage — no matter what meat, the pies were warm and salty, with lush potatoes, herbs and a buttery rich crust. Savory meat pies — my favorite is pork — are such a special treat. Simmering the meat on the stove makes the house smell cozy and inviting, and the moment you can start to smell the buttery crust turning golden brown in the oven makes your Sunday sublime.
Fall, winter and spring find me making a meat pie of some sort at least once a month, if not more often. In the summertime I like to spend more time outside at the grill instead of in front of the oven, but on a rainy summer Sunday, I’ve been known to churn out a pork pie or two, then invite friends over to eat, watch a movie, enjoy a bottle of Malbec and listen to the raindrops hit the windows.
It’s taken me a long time to perfect pie crusts, now that I …read more