One hundred days of pie: No.48 Lord of the Pies – The Stockport Pie
After a long day procuring growlers on the other side of the Pennines, I found myself negotiating the labyrinth that is the narrow winding streets of Stockport town centre in search of one more pie. I parked on a meter outside a nightclub cum lapdancing bar and headed for the bright lights and noise emanating from Stockport market over the bridge. Lord of the Pies (ace literary pun there) is situated at the quieter end […]
I must apologise for not updating this blog for the past few weeks but as some readers may be aware, my pie eating mission was drawn to the attention of the national press during British Pie Week.
If your local pie shop is any good, you may have not noticed a new adhesive adorning the window. A few weeks ago I took the plunge and ordered several hundred car stickers in a bid to spread the gospel of good pies.
To give you a flavour of what possesses someone to write a book about pies, I’ve reproduced an article below that I scribbled for the brilliant Barnsley based fanzine
There’s just over two weeks left for you to make someone’s Christmas a truly Hap-PIE one by getting the pie lover in your life a copy of Life of Pies!
It was a night which delivered everything it promised. Pies, mainly and plenty of them! The back room of the Raven proved a great little spot for the assorted ladies and gents of Wigan Pie Society to celebrate the launch of Life of Pies in no uncertain terms.
I’m sat at home waiting for the delivery of 1,000 books. Nervous and exciting times indeed. It has been a long haul: nearly three years in the making but the Life of Pies is nearly ready to be unleashed onto an unsuspecting public.
What’s that you say? Yes a half and half pie! Not a half and half pizza, or a half and half scarf (don’t get me started!) I couldn’t believe my eyes/pies! I knew what I wanted for me tea before we walked in late last night but upon espying this culinary treat, it threw me sideways.
Life of Pies book launch Friday Oct 24th @ The Raven Hotel
I imagine taking pies to Newcastle is a bit like taking coals to Newcastle but for one bunch of foolhardy Southerners, and I mean REAL Southerners, well they seem to be excelling at it.
Cirencester is one of those places that, no matter whether you live there or not, you just have to adopt a West Country accent to say it. When I came here, I was initially looking for a Halls Bakery within the castle walks but I simply couldn’t find it. Parked on double yellows running around in the pissing rain like a drowned rat. How dare the Romans not provide multi storey short stay (preferably free) […]
I seem to have gone overboard praising some of the better pies in the book the last few weeks, well today I thought I’d cover one of life’s little disappointments. Mobberley is a posh little place situated equidistant between two wealthy Cheshire towns, Knutsford and Wilmslow.
Having introduced the original Clarks yesterday, it would be harsh not to give it’s English cousin a bit of air space.
It was chirpy Bristolian Ian Holloway who first opined that Clarks Pies were one of the best things to come out of Bristol (apart from himself). However, it seems that statement was a touch liberal with the truth, you see Clarks pie originated in Cardiff and still thrive and survive there to this very day.
I feel duly obliged to do a piece on this one in my pie hall of fame. If you see the links on the right, you’ll notice it is the most read story on this here
You might recall a few blogs back I mentioned the bad press that