There are some things that you can tell are gross without tasting them. For me, this includes any of those fancy-party pâtés with gelatinous components, MacDonald’s ‘Chicken Mayo’ and those Scotch eggs with the weird crust that are then baked or something. Up until today, this list also included Cornish pasties and English meat pies. I was very wrong indeed.
The pie shop Pieminister was recommended to me by a Real British Person, my friend Hannah who is also doing the Shakespeare MA. It’s pronounced ‘Pie-Minster’ and Alison and I have been joking about it all week. But when we saw a stall from the store tucked amidst the fresh produce, cheese and weird-looking meats at Borough Market, we had no choice.
The Thai Chook Pie is made with “free-range British chicken, fragrant Thai green curry, sweet potato and lime in a lovely pastry”… I know. These unassuming little guys are so, so delicious. It’s hard to eat, and fairly hefty, so it functioned as two meals in one: cold in the garden of a church near the Thames, and later heated in my grotty dorm kitchen (where the food thievery, janky leaving out of dishes and other housemate crimes have already begun). Honestly, I wanted to think it was disgusting, but it was, as the description says, lovely. I ate my words and then I ate that pie. Hard.
Another great discovery: If you show up at Borough Market around closing-up time (due to thriftiness or hangover, whatever) you can get all the delicious fresh produce for half price. Also, it’s all organic and local. And sold to you by hot farmers. I promise I’m just there to support local/green cooking.
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