recipe for success
Over the weekend I made pie. Or, more strictly speaking, pies. There's something about puff pastry that makes it a panacea for TA's ills - at least in the short term. I made spiced bramley apple pie and pig pie. The pig pie, with a filling gleaned from trotters and supplimented with vegetables, was better than expected; the spiced apple pie was really rather glorious, or so I was told. Unfortunately, pastry is one of those foodstuffs that I can cook but mustn't eat - not if I want to wear my size 12 trousers.