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I grew up in Yorkshire and we take pie very seriously indeed. Ths Fish Pie was a staple of my mother’s, adapted from one by her beloved Marco Pierre White, and I used to love it when she cooked it…
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Not to conform to the Yorkshire stereotype, but ooo by gum, I do love a pie. And I do struggle to find a good pork pie especially outside of the North. There’s a decent place in Borough Market, but it’s…
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I am northern. Therefore, obviously, I love pie. No brainer, duh. But the other day I had a group of males round to my house – yes, males!! – and when pondering upon what to prepare for said real life…
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