21 days later
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 had a few shocks and setbacks along the way, not least concerns about the delivery of the books in time after they got held up in customs […]
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.
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) […]
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
Yes – It’s a pair of advance copies of Life of Pies sent by air freight!
Ah yes, the butter pie: talk about a pie which divides opinions.
Although I’m quite centrally located – indeed I’m based in the pie capital of the country that is Wigan, there are certain places that I had to visit yet were quite hard to get to. It’s not easy to get to Inverness and back in a day just to get a pie and whereas Mrs T is an understanding girl, I’d possibly be pushing my luck a bit there.
From one Thomas to another….with the main consistency being that it’s an awkward bugger to spell and say. Is it Thomas Butchers, Thomas the Butchers, Thomases Butcher, Thomas’s’ Butchers, Thomas’ Butchers, Thomases the Butcher oh my head’s gone….for a veritable wordsmith this ties me in knots.
I made several trips to marvellous Barrow during the course of the book, it turns out that the longest cul de sac in the world is a veritable pie hotbed.
Yesterday I revisited my trip to Corfe Castle to get a Bridport Gourmet Pie. That wasn’t all that I picked up on my travels there. You see, the small general store at the foot of the castle, Clealls (which I believe has since shut down) had a wide range of pies and my natural gluttony meant that there was no way that I was stopping at just one.
As I’m a third of the way through this little appetiser now, I perhaps need to iterate that the pies featured in this blog are not necessarily the best 100 I had, and they are featured in NO PARTICULAR ORDER as they say on those cheap gameshows you people seem to like watching.
What? Fish & Chips? Yes Fish & Chips!
Every good book needs a pantomime villain and somehow Greggs seemed to inadvertently fit that bill. I’d be rambling through some town centre, searching for that elusive traditional butchers or bakers and I’d get hit with a wall of garish blue whether I was in Barrow or Basingstoke.