One hundred days of pie No.31 Greggs meat and potato pie
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.
The ubiquitous Greggs. Their only crime was to get too big. And now they get blamed for the fact that people are too big. The thing is I […]
It’s getting closer. It started with a pie, and a spreadsheet, nearly three years ago and the culmination of this madcap idea is getting ever closer to fruition.
You may well have gone past Hollingworth Bakery. Indeed, I did several times without noticing it. The one thing that my frequent trips to Barnsley, Sheffield and all points east involved was a traverse of the infamous Snake Pass which connects Manchester with the White Rose County.
The first few weeks of “Life of Pies” were spent sneaking around the North West mainly eating meat and potato pies (because I hadn’t yet told the missus what I was up to).
If I’m honest I don’t envisage a massive market in this book for vegetarians for fairly obvious reasons. And even though I’m partial to a cheese and onion pie, I would nearly always overlook it for a meatier option when selecting my prey.
I’ve only a vague idea how this Scottish baker made it into the book. As I went on quite a direct and demanding tour over the border I was perhaps looking for a more standard chain to augment the more specific pie objectives I had set myself and I believe Aulds of Greenock Morton are one of the bigger independent chains with a presence in Scotland (excluding the ubiquitous Greggs obviously).
Following yesterday’s post extolling the virtues of Galloways, I got a tweet off @IlfordDaveSCFC (married to a Wiganer @catalinar) who had excitedly spotted a box of Pooles meat and potato pies in the freezer aisle in Beckton Tesco’s. Thus making today’s pie of the day a shoe in.
Time for another pie of the day. I missed a couple of days and can only put this down to day job pressures, and “other” hobby pressures of trying to get a magazine ready for the new season.
I’d heard about the Killie Pie long before starting the book but I didn’t exactly know what was in it. If you’d ask me now I’d tell you that it’s purely a bloody good steak pie.
I went to Southport at the weekend. You might think that it’s more renowned for fish and chips and sticks of rock but there’s one or two pie purveyors of note if you know your stuff.
What happened here was that I tried repeatedly to get in touch with Dunkleys, a champion pie maker around these parts but when I eventually did they were a touch rude to me on the phone.
Bit of a daft name really isn’t? Surely by default a pie should have a crust otherwise it’s not a pie; nor is it crusty.
The Googling
I will attempt to keep this brief – because – “LIFE OF PIES” THE BOOK WENT TO THE PRINTERS LAST NIGHT!!!!
Seeing as they followed me on Twitter yesterday, it feels as apt a time as any to feature one of East Lancashire’s finest. Down the road in Accrington and Blackburn, you have the veritable pie twin giants of Hollands and Clayton Park but this small butchers’ in Burnley is more than a match for the pair of them.
I must apologise, I’m notorious for starting things I don’t fini